reaction. (1/3.)
[ his eyes had gone foggy, his joints had gone stiff, and tiny white grubs had moved into his belly, his ears, wiggled about under the skin of his little arms. flies had buzzed around them, while ravens eagerly watched from rooftops.
this is a ghost. another apparition having slipped itself out of night-terrors and into waking ones.
that face, though. that face, that hair. sharp and biting as crystal. alois screams, and pelts his own headset across the room. but, even closing his eyes doesn't stop that red hair and little visage from permeating bright as wild fire in the dark of his eyelids. 'Brother, Brother,' in luca's little voice, it cycles through his skull, like someone shaking, or beating, tiny bells against his eardrums. then, it sinks and creeps into his heart, and he can't tell at all if it's even bothering to beat anymore. in an unexpected rush, he loses whatever had been for lunch on the floor, and drops with jellyfish legs. ]