closed | an empty crisis lonely and last

[burying]

Who: Kieren Walker & Eddie Munson, Holland March, Cornelius Hickey.
What: Kieren finds himself a victim of Guilty Party along with Eddie Munson. Later, there's discussions, more confessions to both Holland and Hickey over Kieren's situation.
When: Over the month of October.
Where: Various, Milton.

Content Warnings: forced imprisonment; forced honesty; supernatural beings; confessional themes; threat of death; possible themes of suicide; themes of zombie-related horror; possible discussion of zombie-related cannibalism

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cw more suicide talk

[questioningmermaids]

[ Sorry? Kid killed himself, woke up in his own casket, clawed his way out, lived with the fact that he was still alive and then got dumped into the wilderness and he's the one apologizing?

March takes a split second to look at Kieren, horrified. Not at the sight of the other but the fact that he's making himself so damn small. The way he pushes his sleeves down, how he curls into himself like he's avoiding the world. He couldn't talk about it to his own fucking dad.

Flask forgotten, cigarette forgotten, the older man's jaw is tight as he rises, crossing to Kieren in four long, purposeful strides. ]

Screw that.

[ Holland March is a fuck up, an asshole, and he really isn't a nice guy, but he's still a dad. He takes Kieren's upper arm, pulls him closer, and wraps his arms around him in the tightest hug he can. ]

[burying]

[ He shrinks back a little from the horrified look. Shit. Shit. And god, he's so... used to it. He swallows thickly, his gaze lowering and eyelashes fluttering as he looks down to his hands.

There's movement, though. March getting up, and he quickly looks back up again in silent alarm. His eyes wide and watchful, not quite sure what he means to do. He freezes as he's pulled up by his arm and there's a brief moment of panic— what's happening, what's he doing—

Only— oh.

He remembers what they feel like. He remembers what it is they're supposed to feel like, when Amy reached for him in heartbreak. When his dad stood, weeping, with his arms outstretched — some horrible reenactment of how he desperately carried the body of his only son to help. He couldn't be helped. It was too late. Kieren had gone to hug him, held him. There's so many things he can't do anymore, but his dad could still feel. His dad could still hold him.

He remembers the shape of it, as reference. March hugs onto him, and he's frozen for the longest of moments just trying to let the memory of it sink in. Back when he was alive, when he hugged people and he could feel it properly. More. At all. Not what he is now.

Finally, he shudders. Something cracks in him a little. Something through the numbness. He wishes he could be more, right now. He hugs back, reeling.

He wishes he didn't have to rely on the memory of it. ]