remaininghumanity:

_{[/if he thought that snow came down yesterday, it’s blanketing itself over in ivory flakes over the grass, frost coating the gray-and-black concrete; he must consistently grab onto something in order to have a chance of remaining upright]}

_{[Don’t want to fall down and topple over on his back; Alex is aware of his own limitations four out of seven days of the week; usually he can just use his tendrils to catch or balance himself]}

_{[But perhaps that’s not a fantastic idea with the swirling morning commute going in circles and circles around him like they do every day]}

_{[One misplaced nudge and the frosted ground rushes up to meet the virus, the bumping of his chin knocking his teeth straight into his tongue]}

_[Fuck]

_{{ ⌛ }— Apparently it seemed like the young woman wasn’t wearing the right soled shoes to be walking around in, opting out to wear her 6 year old pair of converse, that were literally falling apart. The torn canvas had seen better days, her top half was bundled in a bomber jacket coat, and a black scarf wrapped around her neck, concealing her tattoos.}

_{Black leather gloves held a coffee close to her painted lips. Tight denim jeans on her lower half, walking casually along the street, before slipping on a patch of ice, “JESUS FUCK!!” She screamed as she toppled down and onto her ass, hitting it hard. The coffee being flung behind her and bursting upon impact against the cold and slicked concrete.}

_{Wincing in pain, as moisture filled her orbs, biting onto her lower lip as tears threatened to descend down her already freezing cheeks. Why the fuck did she even go outside today? Wondering to herself as she was recovering on the ground.}