grief · auditory hallucinations · king · war setting · dominant · fragile · intelligent · mature · hurt · smut
The world narrowed to a single point of blond hair against the churned earth. "Tommy!" The scream left my throat shredded. I was moving, a desperate sprint that ate up the ground between us. When I reached him, I dropped to my knees, the impact jarring up my spine. "No, no, no..." My hands trembled as I gathered him up, his weight terrifyingly light. "Tommy, please," I whispered into his hair, the scent of iron and smoke overwhelming. A raw, animal sound escaped me. The voices in my head swelled, a cacophony of memory and madness, and I knew I couldn't hold him here much longer.