Prompt Post #8
Prompt Post 8
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A low whistle stirs Kurt. The note climbs, cycles in an endless loop of someone who doesn’t really know to keep in tune. Probably Finn, Kurt thinks idly. Any second now he’s going to burst - forgetting to knock, as usual - and ask for pancakes. He rolls over. Maybe if he buries his head further under the pillow he can pretend not to hear. But now Finn is shaking insistently at his arm, determined.
‘Like a dog…’ Kurt slurs. Incredibly, Finn listens, and the shaking stops - only to be replaced by a quick, sharp pain. ‘Ouch! I’m comin’, don’…need to…’ But he can’t finish his sentence because he has no idea what it is Finn has done. And the pain is already slipping away, and Finn feels like less of a presence in the room.
‘Make…your…own…bre…’
But whatever he was going to tell Finn to do slips from his mind as he slips awa-
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There is no whistling this time, but Kurt has a vague sense of a shape looming above him. Tall, yes, but probably not Finn. It’s too wide, and seems to be moving a little more carefully - or maybe just more slowly, but then everything feels a little dragged out right now.
The shape is just disappearing, the shadows growing, but leaving behind a smell of tar.
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A rhythmic slapslapslap.
‘Oh…yeah…’
Suffocating pressure against his lips; his very soul could be sucked from him and he would be helpless against it.
He can’t fade away this time, anchored to the present by the insistent pressure above him, the constant pain centred between his legs, and god where is he?
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And from somewhere far away, or maybe close by, because Kurt can’t tell where his mind ends and the world begins,
‘Here comes a candle to light you to bed. Here comes a chopper to chop off your-’
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