Of Coffee and Ravens
A Tweek/Craig Fic
Prologue.
It's been another day in hell.
He walks home, guided by flickering streetlights, kicking dirty snow out of his path. His feet feel like boulders that he has to drag. The one eye that isn't swollen shut registers nothing but the black of night and a faint orange glow of the streetlamps. His ears are still ringing, and all he can hear is his own short intakes of breath. His muscles are tired, aware of every single tiny stab of pain. They quake along with the rhythm of his heart, pounding with exhaustion and fear. The rush sends blood roaring in his ears and he looses his balance, falling face-first into the slush. Real boys don't cry. Tweek is not a real boy.