[ the eyes were one thing, but the hands grasping at nothing in an attempt to reach him were another. cold, chillingly so, pulling at his ankles and arms because he found it so, so hard to ignore their voices.
but none of them touched his hand. his near-final memory before the nightmare had begun was too fresh and too hopeful to be anything but painful now. ]
More like before then, before the voices started. When you were last home.
just his hair went through one of those and it came out like this
[ the eyes were one thing, but the hands grasping at nothing in an attempt to reach him were another. cold, chillingly so, pulling at his ankles and arms because he found it so, so hard to ignore their voices.
but none of them touched his hand. his near-final memory before the nightmare had begun was too fresh and too hopeful to be anything but painful now. ]
More like before then, before the voices started. When you were last home.