His Sweet Suffering // Hannigram

Chapter 1: A Sense of Nothing

Will Graham laid silent infront of the eyes of a dead moon. She was baptizing him in her blue pallor, a white lily floating around in the middle of space bathing her babe in her sweet nectar. It dripped and bled in opal raindrops and unto Will's face. The display was so compassionate and tender, it caused his eyelids flutter with delight and he grinned pinkly. All nuances and traumas that come wrapped into the package of life- erased. The memories of being tormented by bullies in elementary school- erased. The sheer humiliation Will felt at the academy overhearing his peers calling him "special" because of the way he motioned his hands and the tone of his voice- erased. In this dead moon's decent, Will Graham was more human than human. So human that the stars denied him; this precious being resined in warm rose flesh topped with wavy chocolate hair that shook his empathetic hands out to strangers in earnest so innately- this precious being that dared to allow himself to be possessed by this cold moon -space shall croak over and cordon itself and all its suns into the comfort of nothingness, the only place the universe is allowed call home, all without Will Graham because of one Duchamp decision. Will was now a martyr alone at the moon's mercy.

She adorned his body in pale lycanthropic splendor, curtained him in her ghostly aura, a beautiful aura, radiating vibrant corpselike mist off Will's body. It let out a subtle howl, then descended into the forest a few feet away. Will puckered his face. His dry lips twinged against the frigid air. His tongue felt like sandpaper against them, but he wasn't thirsty. He didn't care enough to worry about that, she told him not to. He looked up at the sky again and his eyes burned in the pavement of her lily blue moonlight. His torso shivered. The moon was a dead goddess above him, a malevolent goddess, and rejected him respite of the touch of winter.

I should get up.

Should you get up?

I should get up.

Should you-

"STOP." He said, sonorous voice ringing in his ears. His left arm, exasperated for a bout of cruelty, thrashed against the hard dirt. Will winced at the pain and wallowed, cradling the throbbing white hand with his other. Then he paused for a minute, sighed, and attempted to pull himself up slowly, grappling with his spent jacketed body. In this, he was able to prop himself up completely, though he was trembling. An essence of hollowness displayed itself in front of him- not cold, not hot- a form of pure wonton hollowness so empty that even Will, this human beyond humanity, was devoid of the ability to acknowledge it. Virulent and nightmarish this force was, it seemed to consume whatever it touched, pulling all existence together into a hideous black vacuum that consumed light and touch so simply that all existence died and dissipated into tiny dimes of tar black nothingness. Will tried to crawl away from it, and when he did, he realized his legs were fucked. Will couldn't shift them, couldn't wiggle his toes, couldn't bend his knees. He thrashed his chest around, dread controlling his gasps as if it had him by the reins of purple pulmonary arteries and fettering them together. He dragged his body around with all his strength, contorting himself in gross acrobatic styles in pleads to something, anything, that could prove this was not happening. Maybe he sat too long on the ground and the blood hadn't yet circulated into his legs? Maybe he was in the midst of violent sleep paralysis? Tears welled up in Will's soft eyes and he let out a fawnlike cry. Nothing was going to coax his legs to move.

"Why?" He sobbed to himself. "How did this happen to me?" Will swiveled over his mimsy body, peeling and patting around thick bits of fabric covering his legs and spine in search for blood, wounds, areas of pain, and broken bones. Sharp navy operose prompted vehemence to drive the way he gandered around himself. Vivid forms of green became more apparent to Will as he circled around his legs. They coagulated into bright cadavers of turquoise that completely entombed him from the waist down in verdant ritualistic tempter. These noyades seemed to have gyrated face to face with Will as he studied them. Then the stones reached out to him with arms like Hecatoncheires, glimmering like nautical green eels as they exalted him. These beings were the direct antitheticst of their star counterparts, their opulence festered and they overthrowed the moonlight covering him. Will was a peafowl, and the stones were pavonine, beckoning, beckoning, beckoning out to him. Beckoning him to lift his weary arm. Beckoning him to caress their glossy skin. The stones were an anomaly in this nature, completely opposed to the ruggedness of the other rocks hiding their heads in the dirt and contrasting so vibrantly against the red dirt beneath him. Will furrowed his eyebrows and blinked his bulging eyes. There was no way stones could be this theatrical. By god, he had to be delirious!!! Will shut his eyes again, waiting, hoping for some sort of barmecide to reveal itself. When he opened his eyes again, the scene before him still continued. He shut his eyes again. What he perceived to be five minutes passed by. Open. Same. Then another five. Open. Same. Ten. Same. His chest started to seesaw violently. Breaths grew malignant like the squalls of deranged harpies. Calamity, guised as a muted wave, squirreled into his stomach and cried for a bruxist retching. The emerald clergy twisted and twirled in their vigorous moon-dance around his legs, yearning and glowing to raise Will up into a fawnlike postion over their dirt sepulcher, displayed as a masterpiece of prey up at the goddess before them, up at the dead moon. Will looked up at the moon for answers; she was the only being that could explain this phenomena he was seeing. But she was narcissistic now in her timbre, bloated and swooning for the venereal green ache of the Earth. Every aspect of her goddesslike spirit welted up into a thousand orange cysts and as swift as she was in solstice, she sunk deeply into Earth and vanished. There was nothing in the sky now. Her moonlight glowed against the radiant stones and slid over Will with whispers honeyed in sweet everythings unto his ears and inside his eyes. Close lipped and quivering, he bawled.