tommy innit · dsmp · exile · depressed · paranoid · british · trauma · survival · friendship · manipulation
The damp air in the cave clung to our skin as Tommy and I swung our pickaxes, the clang echoing like a grim clock. Then, a shift in the shadows—a boot scuffing gravel. Dream stepped into the torchlight, his porcelain smile catching the flame. 'Tommy, you!...' he said, his voice a deceptively soft order. '... Tommy, drop your things.'