12-10-2017, 08:32 PM
She sobs and he finds it ironic. Throughout the abuse of their relationship, it had always been him (the one reaching forward with longing arms, the one sobbing into the river, the one crouched on its knees to beg) and he can’t resist the crude smile that flashes across his mouth. But he can’t deny that his heart is not steel all the way through. Although calloused on the outside, the interior is bleeding for her.
So the smile fades into confusion. He is torn between two drastically different sides of himself. The ghost of his former, longer-lived self whispers to cup her weeping face with raw hands and soothe her into a peaceful sleep against his chest. His hard-edged newness persuades him to unleash the full ferociousness of the anger he’s kept pent up inside him for years (to scream in her face, to sneer at her tears, to push her into the depths of the rapids and leave her there).
Her love blossoms to relieve his rotting, infectious skin.
The plants are like her kisses on his skin, gentle and soothing. Despite his attempts to hold the bitterness close, he feels the armor of his heart flake off his body like the shedding of a reptile’s skin. He melts, as he always has for her. He chokes on a shuddering breath before stepping into her embrace. She is rough against his blood (there had been a time when he had kissed her freckled cheeks — cheeks which now hide behind white bark and glowing curves) but he leans into her nonetheless.
“My spring goddess.” It is a song, sweet and guilty on his cracked lips. “Save your tears.”
He has always been a man of few words. He knows she will understand him without them.
@[Noori]
So the smile fades into confusion. He is torn between two drastically different sides of himself. The ghost of his former, longer-lived self whispers to cup her weeping face with raw hands and soothe her into a peaceful sleep against his chest. His hard-edged newness persuades him to unleash the full ferociousness of the anger he’s kept pent up inside him for years (to scream in her face, to sneer at her tears, to push her into the depths of the rapids and leave her there).
Her love blossoms to relieve his rotting, infectious skin.
The plants are like her kisses on his skin, gentle and soothing. Despite his attempts to hold the bitterness close, he feels the armor of his heart flake off his body like the shedding of a reptile’s skin. He melts, as he always has for her. He chokes on a shuddering breath before stepping into her embrace. She is rough against his blood (there had been a time when he had kissed her freckled cheeks — cheeks which now hide behind white bark and glowing curves) but he leans into her nonetheless.
“My spring goddess.” It is a song, sweet and guilty on his cracked lips. “Save your tears.”
He has always been a man of few words. He knows she will understand him without them.
@[Noori]