❀ second scripture

[florascripture]

He's slumped over a bush, making small sounds like raspy coughs. Gnashing his teeth together, he has his hands on his throat, his fingers curling and stretching as though trying to decide whether to scratch the skin there or not. His lip quivers, and he himself shakes. He's hungry, and this hunger is as odd as the vines curling around his form, as

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[onyxblade]

[Someone was getting a bad feeling one of those weird weeks was happening again. It also probably also didn't help that he could sense someone in a bit of distress in the garden nearby, and eventually able to register who it was]

.. A-are you there? [Eventually approaching a little closer. Maybe not by much. Something really didn't seem right]

[florascripture]

[...O-oh dear.]

...Revya-kun?

[He speaks softly, and pardon his rudeness, but he won't be looking at you. His hand eventually covers his mouth, muffling both sounds and words and hiding the smear of red and bleeding wound on his lips.]

[onyxblade]

.. I-is everything all right? [gawd why do I so regret this]

[florascripture]

[Because you and he both will.]

I-I'm fine...

[An obvious lie, what with the words breaking in his speech. P-please don't go any closer. He doesn't want to nom anyone. ;A;]