kingslayer || DNF

eleven ☦︎

A/N: I highly recommend you guys listen to the songs i add at the beginning! it gives the chapter more life!

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" Before You Go ( slow + reverb) "

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the cold breeze on the balcony brushed against my freckled stained cheeks
my nose i could feel getting cold from the nightly breeze
why did i cry like that in front of everyone

i could feel the blush on my face from crying, my face being the only part of my body that wasn't cold

i hugged the satin velvet robe that hung off my shoulders for warmth
i could see my breath as i breathed in and out
looking up at the night sky
" what should i do mom?.. everyone is asking me for answers— but, i can't even answer my own questions"

i could feel myself tearing up again
" why did you have to exile him— why couldn't it have been me, none of this is his fault"
i grabbed the crown on my head that was once worn by her, and gripped it
the jewels piercing my flesh, a bit of blood trickling down my hand

" I'M NO KING PUFFY, I'M A FUCKING FRAUD"
quickly turning around and throwing the crown back across my bedroom through the open balcony doors,
my breathes were short and painful, it hurt to breathe

covering my face with my hands,
i slumped down at the floor— continuing to cry
the small hics and sniffles that were coming out of me was all i could hear, that is until i heard footsteps coming up to me and stopping in front of me

my gaze looks upwards— and there you were,
" gogy.. i— "

his arms lovingly wrapped around me, silencing the sentence i tried to say
i stood still, not knowing what to do

" you're trembling" he said, his hand gently stroking the back of my head, playing with my dirty blonde hair
was i trembling?.. i didn't even know,
my emotions were a mixture of different messes..
scared, anxious, uneasy, confused, angry, sad—

but all i could do in that moment— was embrace him back and grip onto the back of his shirt
not wanting to let go, not wanting him to let go of me
" gogy.. i'm so sorry"
tears continuing to fall, staining the shoulder of his baby blue pollo shirt

" shh.. it's okay clay"
i cried— and cried— until my eyes couldn't make anymore tears,
my hands slowly letting go of the grip on his back, sliding down and hitting the floor with a small thud
vision getting blurry and my eyes feeling heavy,
i was falling asleep

pretty soon he could hear me lightly snoring as my head rested onto his chest,
he chuckles and helps me take off my robe, puts my arm over his shoulder, carried me to my bed, and tucking me under the warm blankets

he bandages up my hand that i had so angrily hurt earlier and began playing with my dirty blonde hair once more,
admiring my sleeping state
after a while— he gets up and picks up my robe and crown, hanging them up in my closet

george glances at the mirror that faced the balcony door, his eyes widened when he saw rustling in the leaves
without thinking— he runs to the balcony and sees someone hoping from branch to branch
" tch" he clicks his tongue