I twisted you over and under to take you. [Locked and backdated to the day of the wake]
The trepidation sinks into his bones at an alarming rate.
One minute, he is walking beside Rachel, teasing her about something that he no longer remembers.
The next he feels vaguely ill, and with the sensation coiling in his stomach is the feeling that something is very, very wrong.
Wes sways slightly to the side. "Hold up, darlin.'"
Leaning against the building, he takes a deep breath. The muted tremors in his body overpower him as he shudders.
He is deathly pale, his hand is shaking slightly, and sweat trickles down his forehead.
THREAD WARNING: HORRIBLE SADISM AHOY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
One minute, he is walking beside Rachel, teasing her about something that he no longer remembers.
The next he feels vaguely ill, and with the sensation coiling in his stomach is the feeling that something is very, very wrong.
Wes sways slightly to the side. "Hold up, darlin.'"
Leaning against the building, he takes a deep breath. The muted tremors in his body overpower him as he shudders.
He is deathly pale, his hand is shaking slightly, and sweat trickles down his forehead.
THREAD WARNING: HORRIBLE SADISM AHOY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.