[ there's a twitch of his fingers against that patch of fur, a thumping sensation underneath that shouldn't be there. if anything, maria should be a lifeless husk with no chances of living. but... that beating, that's not maria, is it? he fingers weave within the fur, flinching a bit thinking he should draw away in case he accidentally breaks whatever it is he's supposed to be feeling.
there's something about someone there, they're right there, and it's with a shake of his head and a frustrated growl that he looks away.
it doesn't last long, his palm remaining there, feeling the heart that beats underneath. the sensation reminds him of something else, a moment in time, one where his own ears shift down against the top of his head almost ashamed at forgetting. his body remembers, his mind that was clouded feels a little clear, and that apparition that haunted him slowly fades away showing him the reality in front of him.
that kid, the one that shows more sadness than he should looking right at him with his own hand placed atop of his, keeping a hand against his chest.
he had died... no... he's alive, he's right there. ]
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there's something about someone there, they're right there, and it's with a shake of his head and a frustrated growl that he looks away.
it doesn't last long, his palm remaining there, feeling the heart that beats underneath. the sensation reminds him of something else, a moment in time, one where his own ears shift down against the top of his head almost ashamed at forgetting. his body remembers, his mind that was clouded feels a little clear, and that apparition that haunted him slowly fades away showing him the reality in front of him.
that kid, the one that shows more sadness than he should looking right at him with his own hand placed atop of his, keeping a hand against his chest.
he had died... no... he's alive, he's right there. ]
You...
[ what did he call him, yes... seven... ]
You shouldn't... be here...