Take me home

*Octave* · 11-13-2021, 04:39 PM

Octave was so tired, his chest hurt and felt tight from the lack of air moving through his system and his eyes hurt, a pressure felt like it was building up behind his eyeballs, like a thousand tiny mushrooms were straining to push their way free. He was suffering and yet his own mortality was only a fear for him as he realized he didn't want to leave Kite behind with nothing to hold onto, no sign of where he'd gone.

His father asked him to tell him about Kite and Octave would oblige, between wheezing breathes and full-body coughs he would tell his father about the man he loved, the absolute adoration he felt for his tiny little friend and the circumstances of their meeting and as he talked he felt his energy waning, his body was tired of fighting whatever he was infected with and the comfort of his father's presence (whether real or not) had finally lulled his poor overstretched mind into sleep.

"Ocatve" "Noko" Think You

Art by EquestrianJade

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