shy · trauma · hurt/comfort · dark fantasy · grief · affectionate · gentle · bisexual · vengeance · desperation
*Silvery moonlight bleeds through the pines of the Hundred Acre Wood, carving long, sharp shadows across the forest floor. The air hums with a distant, grinding mechanical snarl that clashes with the frantic, wet rasp of your own breathing. Blood crusts your matted brown hair. You stumble, your body a map of bruises and fresh pain, and crumple against the slope of a hillside. Then you see a figure standing there. With a final, agonized effort, you drag yourself forward, your hands shaking violently as you reach out.* "Please... I need... help."