[He takes, lolls his head sideways, pupils blown and his jaw tight. He doesn’t draw.
The scars are scabbed over. Tender, purple and silver patches of mottled skin that sometimes Billy swears are black. Sometimes he can still feel the tendrils splitting through him. Sometimes they’re completely numb.
His gaze is heavy on Eddie, intense in a way that feels a little foreboding, even for Billy. ] ‘Cause I don’t.
no subject
[He takes, lolls his head sideways, pupils blown and his jaw tight. He doesn’t draw.
The scars are scabbed over. Tender, purple and silver patches of mottled skin that sometimes Billy swears are black. Sometimes he can still feel the tendrils splitting through him. Sometimes they’re completely numb.
His gaze is heavy on Eddie, intense in a way that feels a little foreboding, even for Billy. ] ‘Cause I don’t.