[He doesn't need to remind, Thor has been there himself and he recalls the fuzziness of it, the cold and nothingness of death—how limbs fade first and vision dims away and hearing fails. All from the link he's pouring himself into to merely keep connected, which begins slipping from him rapidly with each passing second. He swallows thickly again, thumbs quivering as they brush over the apples of Clark's cheeks.]
Plea— [Comes the quavered hitch with quick, adamant shakes of his head as the Kryptonian takes a sharp turn for the worst. His vision blurs with a rush of stinging warmth while breath is sucked in and held tight, as if the stillness would stop this tragedy. But the peal of thunder and expanse of lightning mirror the break of his heart and summon a deluge as Clark limps in his hands.] Kal, [Thor shifts nearer, heaving out those clenched breaths before pressing their foreheads together.]
Come back, [He mutters, sliding his hands back into dark, drenched locks. The blood is so suddenly pungent and still he denies it, the horrible truth he cradles so closely.] Please. I cannot— [Searing tears fall from him as his chest pulls in a staggered, ragged inhalation.] Come back to me... [Thor begs with all his heart and soul, and he waits. Waits until Clark feels too heavy, when all he can hear is white noise, until they are both cold. And the lack of anything rips at him, at the walls he's desperately rebuilt thrice over, sending him crumbling.
Outside of his nightmare Thor struggles, conjuring a storm outside equal to the one in his dream with vicious thunder, howling wind and an unforgiving rain. He lies on his back, one arm resting over his abdomen and the other splayed away as he tenses, muscles flinching in attempt to escape his wretched thoughts. Breathing is no better, stiff yet quick save for the moments he doesn't at all, softly gasping and and swallowing down any noise. It's too much to bear, even in sleep. He's lost the thing that let him hope again, that helped mend and manage his pain.
fun fact: saturn by sleeping at last started played during this tag and w ow
Plea— [Comes the quavered hitch with quick, adamant shakes of his head as the Kryptonian takes a sharp turn for the worst. His vision blurs with a rush of stinging warmth while breath is sucked in and held tight, as if the stillness would stop this tragedy. But the peal of thunder and expanse of lightning mirror the break of his heart and summon a deluge as Clark limps in his hands.] Kal, [Thor shifts nearer, heaving out those clenched breaths before pressing their foreheads together.]
Come back, [He mutters, sliding his hands back into dark, drenched locks. The blood is so suddenly pungent and still he denies it, the horrible truth he cradles so closely.] Please. I cannot— [Searing tears fall from him as his chest pulls in a staggered, ragged inhalation.] Come back to me... [Thor begs with all his heart and soul, and he waits. Waits until Clark feels too heavy, when all he can hear is white noise, until they are both cold. And the lack of anything rips at him, at the walls he's desperately rebuilt thrice over, sending him crumbling.
Outside of his nightmare Thor struggles, conjuring a storm outside equal to the one in his dream with vicious thunder, howling wind and an unforgiving rain. He lies on his back, one arm resting over his abdomen and the other splayed away as he tenses, muscles flinching in attempt to escape his wretched thoughts. Breathing is no better, stiff yet quick save for the moments he doesn't at all, softly gasping and and swallowing down any noise. It's too much to bear, even in sleep. He's lost the thing that let him hope again, that helped mend and manage his pain.
He's lost Clark; his love.]