[ jayce gasps, flinches at touch when what he was expecting to feel was nothing but a phantom's graze. it's startling at the very least, and mind blowing at best. he knows he's heard this before and— ]
Oh, gods. Serph, [ he's afraid to touch. but with shaking, dirtied hands of mud and blood, he does, tentatively. it doesn't go through. there's weight, resistance, a surface. somethin, someone, real. jayce's cracked lips purse, in brief question: how? dream logic answers it for him. the whine that dribbles from his mouth is sore and brittle, yanking serph's frame into a tight, desperate emmbrace around the neck. ] I-I don't have enough, for us both, I—
[ his voice tremors. his stomach was a burning pit. how was he going to feed two when he could barely feed himself? ]
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Oh, gods. Serph, [ he's afraid to touch. but with shaking, dirtied hands of mud and blood, he does, tentatively. it doesn't go through. there's weight, resistance, a surface. somethin, someone, real. jayce's cracked lips purse, in brief question: how? dream logic answers it for him. the whine that dribbles from his mouth is sore and brittle, yanking serph's frame into a tight, desperate emmbrace around the neck. ] I-I don't have enough, for us both, I—
[ his voice tremors. his stomach was a burning pit. how was he going to feed two when he could barely feed himself? ]