Dream SMP
‘till i remember lending softer ears to my lungs
by Anonymous
(fic title from the song ‘Mortal Boy King’ by the Paper Kites<3) A choked sob left Tommy’s throat the moment he laid eyes on Wilbur, who had all but been growing into the walls of the station, greenery hanging off of his shoulders and making a home in his jacket. “Wil?” he had called out hoarsely, and now Wilbur could really see him — see the tears trekking his face, see the blood pouring out from underneath flowery golden curls that seemed so dim in the lighting of Limbo, could see the way his little brother’s hands shook at the very sight of him. Of Wilbur. “Oh, Toms…” Wilbur had whispered, making his voice as gentle as possible, slowly lifting his arms out of the greenery and vines and other various weeds growing around him and his trenchcoat to open them for his little brother, his Tommy. or, greenhouse!tommy brainrot resulted into greenhouse!crimeboys limbo brainrot or or, please where are c!crimeboys please where are th—