Ivory - An Eburnean Tommy AU

xxxv - brother

Ivory – xxxv ; Brother

Created: 11.01.22

Finished: 11.03.22

Edited: 12.24.22

Published: 01.08.23

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Trigger Warning: night terrors, breakdown, amnesia

Word Count: 3478..yea

A/N: I am not mentally well..haha..and I probably won't be well until another week passes.

tw: traumadump

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I remember what my brother said when he noticed I bruised my ribs which took 2 months to fully heal with no medical help..It was painful to breathe and move to the point I got used to it, "Breathe through it. Pain is only temporary."

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Anygay..maybe after the exam I'd feel a bit better..pleaseXD Do enjoy this chapter since the next chapter is a bit..hmm..intense. The next chapter has a mix of blublu_by's content and ideas, so yea- I don't think I have anything more to say except..thank you^^

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His eyes shoot wide open, his nostrils smell the faint aroma of those familiar flowers.

Cornflowers.

No.

No way he's back here somehow.

How is that possible?

It must be a dream, or..the lily.

A headache immediately stabs his temples, he has to clutch himself from the pain. As always, he's confused as to what's going on.

Why is he here? Why is he here again?

"Tommy?"

Blinking in shock, he looks back at the one who called his name.

Feet away from him, a ghost stares at him..with a transparent bluish hue, a mustard yellow:] turtleneck with a large tatter at the centre..dripping blue ink..or blood.

His chestnut hair, mostly hidden by his maroon beanie, whisks softly against the spring wind but it shivers Tommy.

His eyes are tearing up, the ghost's eyes tears up, his skin sizzling due to them, :]Tommy just realised that,

"It's you..you again." It's the only thing Tommy could muster to speak, before taking a step forward.

The ghost whose name he no longer remembers remains still, his eyes with nothing but blue stares back at him,

"You keep..I keep seeing you sometimes, hear you sometimes.." He continues, taking another step forward, eager to touch him, to make sure that he's real and not just a figment of imagination.

It's an understatement to say he has troubles in differentiating reality and dreams, "You were crying. You keep crying. You keep telling me you're lonely..you miss someone..I forgot..I forgot who you are again.."

One more step and he might as well stumble towards him. Lifting his hand, he plans to make it pass through this ghost, "Who are you?":]

The moment his finger meets his forever bleeding wound, he falls into an abyss; away from the flowers, away from the fair sun and cool wind.