[They’ve turned into something unrecognizable. It just keeps getting worse. Basil has tried to see Kel, all his friends, and it’s just black, black, black, black, black—all scrawled out.
[He should be afraid. Why isn’t he afraid? Is it because he loves him? Kel spits, and Basil remembers wanting to retch as his gut finally spilled. He isn’t sure if he did. He thinks he’s wilting where he stands. Does he stand because he loves him?
[Maybe it’s worse. He had so much time to say anything at all. But in the end, the door was shut.
[Words eke out anyway.]
…didn’t… w-want to hurt you.... [Is that love?]
B-But… I think… [Gargling on something he can’t name.] …i-if you stay with him… [He rots because he loves him. He loves them all.]
godddd choice use of that icon (+ongoing suicide cw)
[They’ve turned into something unrecognizable. It just keeps getting worse. Basil has tried to see Kel, all his friends, and it’s just black, black, black, black, black—all scrawled out.
[He should be afraid. Why isn’t he afraid? Is it because he loves him? Kel spits, and Basil remembers wanting to retch as his gut finally spilled. He isn’t sure if he did. He thinks he’s wilting where he stands. Does he stand because he loves him?
[Maybe it’s worse. He had so much time to say anything at all. But in the end, the door was shut.
[Words eke out anyway.]
…didn’t… w-want to hurt you.... [Is that love?]
B-But… I think… [Gargling on something he can’t name.] …i-if you stay with him… [He rots because he loves him. He loves them all.]
It could be okay.