#wwii arc tbt.

[aniimvs]

subject vindictive suggestions // not accepting : :

                                                   @graysistance : :                                           ❝ do you feel closer to god yet? ❞

            and who was god? everyone acted like they had a personal relationship with the guy. like he was some family friend who doted on them since they were a kid or some chum they could always depend on for spare change or an honest opinion. god stood by their side through thick and thin, pinkies locked like summer camp friendships that tint childhoods with sunset-on-a-lake nostalgia. their voices always filled with the warmth of prayer when they sighed about the deeds of their almighty friend.

            but the last time ben prayed, the last time he reached out with fear thick on his tongue and panic ripe in his heart? he hadn't begged for help. he didn't ask for mercy. he just wanted a reason for the disembodied conversations that converged on him around every corner. untethered syllables chased him into his parents' closet. ben ducked into the sanctuary of his mother's dresses, hanging like plaintive ghosts in the shadows of the tiny room.

            the scent of white musk and delicate florals spiced with an assertive woodiness clung to the hems. it enveloped him in what he hoped would be a moment of respite from the chorus of jeers that clawed at him through the fabric shields.

            where are you going?                         he's running.                                     why do you always run?                                                              coward.

            ben boxed his ears as the voices tightened into jagged patterns. voracious, they struck again and again, burrowing into him like botflies.

                                                                                                                  coward.                                                                                                                           such a coward.                                                                                                                     you'll just run again.                                                                                                             always running.                                                                          that's why they hate you.                                                             it's all you ever do.                                     you're not real.                          run faster.

            still clutching the sides of his head, the young solo crumpled into a ball on the floor. ❝ please, god. please, god. please, god. ❞ his eyes were sealed into furrowed knots as he buried himself in the refuge of darkness. he continued to chant till the voices ebbed into silhouettes of unfathomable sound. distant chimes caught in a distant wind.

            ben's pale cheek was scoured pink by the cold floor. his lips moved in tandem with his heartbeat. his mouth shaped a final please, god as hazel eyes peeled welcomed the dim of the closet ───

            and was greeted by the ghoulish face of a man, his skull bisected by a hideous dent. ben stared into those watery eyes, choking on a scream trapped by the fear gripping the soft tissues of his throat. his lungs exploded into a blazing arc of pain as a terrible cry ripped through the barricade and pierced his chance at a normal life through its long-dead heart.

            the story rolled around on ben solo's tongue as he considered the caffeine-riddled darkness in his cup. he offered the dancer a shrug ───

            ❝ can't feel closer to someone i've never met. ❞

            ─── before taking a desperate swig.

#⋞ answered ⋟ // the voices never stop. #graysistance #wwii verse tbt. #wwii arc tbt. #schizophrenia cw #schizophrenia spectrum cw #and on that note: hi uso rey nice to meet you #⋞ queue ⋟ // i will always be with you. #graysistance / 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. — 11

[aniimvs]

subject alice: madness returns // not accepting : :

                                                   @graysistance : :                               ❝ so many people have an excuse for doing nothing. ❞

            ❝ that almost sounded personal, ❞ ben languished like an obnoxiously large housecat across the sofa. the autumnal sun cast a net of clear grey light across the parlour. he soaked up as much of the pearlescent beams as he could from his haphazard position on the clandestine furniture. he grumbled, voice heavy with interrupted satisfaction, as he refused to open his eyes. ❝ nothing wrong with doing nothing. you should try it sometime. ❞

            a skip and a beat later, one hazel eye peeled open to glance her way. ❝ you got cabin fever that bad, huh? ❞ an anguished sigh followed by popping joints as ben stretched and stirred from his dent in the sofa. he rolled upright, planted his boots firmly into the ornamental rug, and clapped his hands against his knees. ❝ you're not going away, are you? ❞

#⋞ answered ⋟ // the voices never stop. #wwii verse tbt. #wwii arc tbt. #graysistance #fig. 1 a heathen with his boots all over the expensive furniture #but like #daytrip with ben before the holiday haywire? #👀 #⋞ queue ⋟ // i will always be with you. #graysistance / 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. — 09

[aniimvs]

subject alice: madness returns // not accepting : :

                                                   @graysistance : :                               ❝ you're not always a good liar... and i'm not that stupid. ❞

            ❝ are you sure? here i was thinking we had an understanding. if you don't to talk to me, i sure as hell won't talk to you. ❞ the delicate twine of future regret wound tightly around his tongue. a heavy nestled on the eaves of his lips as ben considered the straight shot up the stairs that beckoned him away from the irresponsible temptation of opening his mouth again. but andor's words were catnip and he was far too much of a tom to pass them by without a swipe.

            ❝ let's get something straight, dorothy, i'm rude, crude, and belligerent. i'll swear a sailor out of the sea, but i'm no liar. ❞

            his jaw grated against the corrosion dripping off his tongue. ❝ you, though? i'll admit you got a few bright bulbs up there, ❞ his finger spun a sarcastic loop in the air just above her head, ❝ but you said it yourself, you're not that stupid. so i guess there's hope for you yet. ❞

            ben went too far. far too far. he suddenly felt lightheaded as if all the blood humming in his head suddenly rushed to other, less useful places. his mouth tasted like dozen cotton pearls smothered his tongue and crammed his inner jawline. he readjusted his duffel where he held it over his shoulder, a short-lived reprieve from the blistering tension his adrenaline craved. ❝ it's none of your business where i went. it's none of your business where i've been. you can tell jaina and my mother that too. ❞

            that should've been the end of it. that last cantankerous bite should've satisfied all the ire he straddled since christmas, but ben was a godling when it came to taking things too far.

            the young solo stalked up the first few steps before spinning back on his foundling nemesis, his full lips taut and twisted. ❝ everyone else might want you here, but not me. and i won't be talking to any of them till you're gone. so, ❞ he gave her snide salute, ❝ enjoy your stay. ❞

#⋞ answered ⋟ // the voices never stop. #wwii verse tbt. #wwii arc tbt. #graysistance #actual cathole kylo ren.....wait #also i like how you have such a soft start to their interactions on your blog #while mine is him being an absolute dick #always gotta be her antagonist #⋞ queue ⋟ // i will always be with you. #graysistance / 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. — 08