[there are a lot of what the fucks happening right now, and Pierce flinging the door open is one of them. magic is everywhere here, but more importantly - the usual haunts of static aren't. he feels heavy, his movement delayed as he tips his head up from staring at the floor to settle his eyes on the source of the familiar voice.
he swallows, shoulders slumping. his hands release their death grip on the sheets, only to twist into them again. all of his tension goes there, and it's the only reaction Pierce gets, an admittance. he is all of those things, he's certainly not in good shape, or feeling like good shape is happening any time soon. he'd like to stand up, but sitting is really all he can manage right now.]
What's happening?
[no how are you, no good to see you, because those words would be brushed off and flicked at him as easily as the door to this room. no, it's better to get straight to the point, since he doesn't have the energy to play the game right now.]
gdit pierce
he swallows, shoulders slumping. his hands release their death grip on the sheets, only to twist into them again. all of his tension goes there, and it's the only reaction Pierce gets, an admittance. he is all of those things, he's certainly not in good shape, or feeling like good shape is happening any time soon. he'd like to stand up, but sitting is really all he can manage right now.]
What's happening?
[no how are you, no good to see you, because those words would be brushed off and flicked at him as easily as the door to this room. no, it's better to get straight to the point, since he doesn't have the energy to play the game right now.]