[TRIGGERING CONTENT: anxiety attacks, depression (?) and homesickness]
oya, you would not believe yer eyes if
i wrote a chapter
wowow
mother b proud of me please 💦
-fen
the title 'oneshits' was intentional by the way ;0
ー"OTP prompt by: curesforwritersblock on tumblr"
"ugh." the boy rolled over onto his back, another restless night.
he laid in the same spot for a bit, waiting for sleep to consume him.
when he decided that sleep wasn't getting the memo, the boy thought to take a small walk.
get some air, clear his mind of haunting thoughts.
he rolled out of bed and grabbed his hoodie, for the halls in the castle where cold.
the boy made sure to check to see if his bed warmer was working now. the warmer a treasure he had found and now could not sleep without.
it was broken.
just like him.
the boy sighed.
he gently pulled the door open, it squeaked. he froze. the sound echoed throughout the castle halls.
the opening of the door not yet big enough for the boy to slip through. he pulled it a little more, it squeaked again.
the boy figured it was like ripping off a bandaids, you have to do it fast.
so he did just that, he pulled the door open with speed that could rival sound itself.
finally having he door open, the boy started his walk.
he felt empty.
maybe food..
yeah, maybe he was hungry.
the boy trudged to the kitchen in search of a snack.
the room being dark, and him fearing to disturb the sleeping people, he did not turn on the lights.
the boy went to the fridge and opened it.
"hm.." he let out a small hum.
searching the fridge, the boy realized he felt no yearning of food. but a yearning for mere company.
wish and you will receive
hic
the boy turned around closing the fridge quite loudly.
"hello?" he called out into the dark, ".."
hic
the boy stumbled over to the light switch and flicked it on, forgetting about the people who where sleeping
he looked around, no one in the kitchen.
h ic
the sound was coming from the sitting room.
the boy carefully made his way into the living space.
"hello?" he said again.
".."
the boy spotted someone crouched in a ball at the far end of a couch.
he looked closer.
"lance?" the figure was shaking in place, a sob escaping him once again.
