[private] I'm breathing in the smoke of my mental illness's cigarette // Andulvar

[Trekori]

Trekori

i'm freezing, it's not winter yet
but my fingers and toes
are shivering beneath these sheets
and i feel so alone
i don't want to die, i want to sleep

For someone who comes from a land where famine reigned, this stallion is quite muscular. Not that I'm admiring or anything, just thinking to myself, and well, maybe admiring a little too. I do happen to be a tiny, malnourished colt - it's not my fault I need someone to look up to. Then again, I do have a loving father, but he's not here right now.

I don't know what I'm saying, but it isn't - it's not - I'm shutting up now.

Good observation.
"Thanks," I mutter.

The black raises his head above mine as I step forward, and a part of me resents him; both for being larger and stronger than I am, but also for being douchey enough to emphasize that difference with posturing like he does. But I let it slide a moment later when Var (as he instructs me to call him) begins talking, distracted by the interesting things he has to say.

I'm opening my mouth to ask him more about this dirt-land he comes from (didn't know they made such fine specimens over in Dirtland), when suddenly he is way too close to me. The whites of my eyes show and I prance a couple steps on the spot, snorting irately. "Uhm, what're you --" But I don't get to ask him what he's doing, because next thing I know, he's scolding me for being so skinny.

I stare up at him like he's absolutely bonkers for a solid ten seconds before I can even fathom replying.

"They make them friendly in Dirtland, don't they?" I quip, a hard edge to my voice, but my body has already settled beneath the adult's wing, though I hate myself for enjoying the warmth. I snort again derisively. "And I just have a high metabolism is all, get off my case why dont'cha?" Like I'm going to admit to a complete stranger that I probably have an eating disorder or something stupid.

Adults don't care about that kinda melodramatic teenager stuff.

I sigh, resigning myself to the fact that SOMEHOW, just by being THIRSTY, I've adopted a second dad. Trekk will be thrilled. Still, I find myself leaning into Andulvar's side, hoping he doesn't pull away not that I'm so warm for once. My purple eyes blink, a little dazed from this interaction as a whole.

"Anyway. Are you looking for a home again? Cause I am too."

@[Andulvar] this is the best character development Kori has had thus far - this is my first wordsplosion with him!! yay!