#i really went “lets write an allegory for the thing you've spent your entire adult life in therapy for”
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Eternal Heatstroke
chapter 3: struggling to exist with you (and without you)
Tensions come to a boiling point.
Contains long discussions of child abuse and neglect, nightmares, and mild blood and injury.
(this chapter has one of the two scenes i wrote this entire fic around. please enjoy.)
Running, always running, until their legs give out from under them and they tumble into the brimstone, the howls of angry, starving ghouls descending on them. The portal is always just out of reach, always flickering out. They never make it through.
Aeon wakes from every nightmare exhausted, bruises under their eyes, lips and tongue and tail bitten bloody as they hold in their cries. They pull together the broken pieces of themself before they have to face the pack, Papa, the roaring of the crowds just about every night.
They collapse into their bunk, or onto a too soft hotel mattress, and pass out just to do it again.
Read the rest on ao3, or start from the beginning.
#happy valentines day enjoy some angst#man. this one got me#you ever accidentally hit one of your own nerves /real/ good while you're writing?#i really went “lets write an allegory for the thing you've spent your entire adult life in therapy for”#and thought it would be fine#monica you're a real one#softness from here on out though :)#dot's writing#swiss ghoul#aeon ghoul#the band ghost#the band ghost fanfiction#eternal heatstroke#cw child abuse#cw nightmares
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