Curiosity killed the cat—
Dark skies, crackling in the air, a shriek that echoes in the air.
He doesn't think, doesn't breathe, keeps his eyes trained to the crack under the door, his fingers tight around his weapon. He thinks of flaming hair, of warm brown eyes, of strong fingers and rough palms. He thinks of false warmth and biting cold. He thinks about how he can't really feel his feet and how he's fairly certain he has lost feeling in his fingers. He thinks of white hot rage and nauseating regret. He thinks of panicked, awe-filled eyes and the crunch of snow under his feet as he wishes it was sand.
He thinks of doing better.
—But satisfaction brought it back.
In which Billy does his best to change while simultaneously having his world turned upside down.
Bookmarked by Kacrates
01 Dec 2017