forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

Tyler laid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her and trying to transmit calming thoughts into her head.

Macha curled up tighter, breathing slowly calming until she fell asleep.

Tyler smiled a little when he heard her breath even out. He laid there for a while, going over the events of this afternoon in his head.

( love your pfp btw)

Macha's eyes flew open, heart pounding as she struggled to come to her senses and sit up. Blood. Screams. Tyler.

(yeee thanks. Sanders sides and lgbtq+ pride, my favorite things)

Tyler sat up quickly and looking worriedly over at Macha. "What's wrong?"

(Same tho)

Macha blinked, trying to pull herself back together. “Dream. I’m fine. What time is it?”

"You slept through dinner. Do you want anything?"

Macha shook her head, ignoring her complaining stomach. “Did you eat??” She still felt shaky all over, but tried her best to ignore it.

“Macha..are you okay?” He squeezed her hand gently.

“I’m fine— just.. just shaky. Did you eat?” Macha averted her gaze, clenching her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. “I’m fine.”, she repreated, more to herself than to him.

Tyler grew more worried and pulled her over to him, wrapping his arms around her gently.

Macha swallowed. “Honestly, Tyler, I’m fine.” She wanted to lean into him so badly, but guilt turned her stomach. Stop being a burden.

"I'm worried about you..I want to help you. Please let me.."

“It’s just the after effects of the… episode, I’ll be fine soon.”

“You sure?” He asked, looking down at her.

(Morning :)
(How are you?)

Macha nodded unsteadily, giving him a light squeeze before pulling away. “Did you eat yet?”

(Pretty good. Hbu?)

“Yeah a little. Are you sure you don’t want anything?”

(Worried about my friend)

Macha made to shake her head again, but then her stomach growled loudly.

(Aw I’m sorry. I hope they get better.)

“C’mon. You’re eating.” He said, picking her up and carrying her downstairs.

(So do I)

Macha stifled a help of surprise when Tyler scooped her up, wrapping her arms around his neck so she wouldn’t fall.

Tyler smiled a little and held her tight as he took her down the stairs.

Macha was cramped all over, and she focused on not letting her legs wobble when he set her down. She looked down at her forearms. There wasn’t a trace of the golden dunes that had burned their hours before. What their was a trace of, was the intense pain she felt when the cracks in her skin widened.

"Is there anything, anything I can do?"

Macha shrugged, the gesture coming out much less casual than she’d hoped for. “I usually just wait it out. Sorry for making you worry.”

"Don't be sorry. Never be sorry." He got her something to eat and handed it to her. "But you have to eat."

Macha eyed the sandwich, knowing she wouldn’t be able to stomach it. Just for Tyler, she took a bite, forcing it down. “I think….”, she started after a pause, “My mother…. she said— apparently when the cracks cover my whole body, I…. die.”

"Oh, well then..we can't let that happen."