("damp ear"? jonas mishears d, deciding now that d's hand is an extension of his own. it belongs with himβto himβand unable to hold their shake aloft any longer, the set of two is guided down to rest against the teenager's chest. it's joined shortly by his second, palm laying over their fingers.
their body temperatures jive. beyond jonas' ribcage, his pulse hammers away at the drugs in his veins.)
A type of elf?
(high though he is, he doesn't find himself very tired, but the thought of napping beneath the sky on a hay bale isn't as bad a nightmare as everything else. it is, in fact, a pleasant daydream.)
Or, like... (...) ...
(forgetting what he was about to add, jonas lets the silence take over for him.)
no subject
their body temperatures jive. beyond jonas' ribcage, his pulse hammers away at the drugs in his veins.)
A type of elf?
(high though he is, he doesn't find himself very tired, but the thought of napping beneath the sky on a hay bale isn't as bad a nightmare as everything else. it is, in fact, a pleasant daydream.)
Or, like... (...) ...
(forgetting what he was about to add, jonas lets the silence take over for him.)