As if the roses themselves have ears, Sparkling feels them squeeze around his esophagus, and suddenly he finds that taking a full breath is impossible. His breathing was already labored and shallow before, but now...? It's almost like a threat...
And his heart, of course, is in an equal measure of pain. He's amazed it's not hammering, yet every beat can be felt throughout his entire body. It's not pleasant.]
Sounds...sounds easy, when you put it that way.
[But it's not. He wishes he could just go into further detail about all of his worries, fears, and deepest desires, but would he even to save his own life?
He's not sure. Even admitting to his loneliness was almost a fluke more than it was intentional. He'd just already been on that track, and some flower-addled part of his brain said "fuck it" and didn't stop him from continuing.]
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As if the roses themselves have ears, Sparkling feels them squeeze around his esophagus, and suddenly he finds that taking a full breath is impossible. His breathing was already labored and shallow before, but now...? It's almost like a threat...
And his heart, of course, is in an equal measure of pain. He's amazed it's not hammering, yet every beat can be felt throughout his entire body. It's not pleasant.]
Sounds...sounds easy, when you put it that way.
[But it's not. He wishes he could just go into further detail about all of his worries, fears, and deepest desires, but would he even to save his own life?
He's not sure. Even admitting to his loneliness was almost a fluke more than it was intentional. He'd just already been on that track, and some flower-addled part of his brain said "fuck it" and didn't stop him from continuing.]