07-18-2019, 03:16 PM
my heart is violent because it learned how to bleed at a young age
when it is hungry I feed it with shaking hands.
when it is hungry I feed it with shaking hands.
He doesn’t notice her suspicion that his laughter is cruel and mocking. His heart is too full of kindness and joy still to be so unkind to a stranger. Perhaps time will earn him a calloused heart, but for today he is too busy watching her as she shakes her body, sending speckles of blood on the ground like some terrifying rainstorm. It isn’t enough blood for alarm, of course, but Malone briefly widens his eyes at the sight on the ground before meeting her gaze once more. If she isn’t concerned with it, he supposes he isn’t either.
The boy awkwardly tongues the corner of his lip that tastes like copper as she commands him to be still. Malone freezes, tip of his pink tongue still lingering there over a scrape as only his eyes move to watch her work. His tiny muscles tense as he fears she means to kiss him when she leans in but he still obeys her despite the threat of cooties. But it is only her nose meeting his face in a gentle touch as he eyes close. This wasn’t kissing, right? He blinks slowly as he feels the wound beneath his tongue close up suddenly, as do the other knocks across his handsome face.
She’s a god damn magician.
Starsin had told him bedtime stories of powerful beings with the ability to make their wildest dreams come true. He never imagined he would meet one, though. The boy parts his lips to say his thanks only for her to sneeze directly into his mouth. Malone briefly cringes and feels his face contort into a grimace as she sneezes again shortly after. This time, however, the it is directed toward the ground. Still, he definitely has cooties now.
“Th-thank you for healing me,” he stutters as he tries to brush his thoughts away in favor of more cheerful ones. “Were you born a magician or did you become one?”
The look of unease from before is abandoned entirely as his eyes grow wide with sudden wonder. The gold and black of his eyes focus entirely on her, as though the world beyond them has ceased to matter at all for the time being.
The boy awkwardly tongues the corner of his lip that tastes like copper as she commands him to be still. Malone freezes, tip of his pink tongue still lingering there over a scrape as only his eyes move to watch her work. His tiny muscles tense as he fears she means to kiss him when she leans in but he still obeys her despite the threat of cooties. But it is only her nose meeting his face in a gentle touch as he eyes close. This wasn’t kissing, right? He blinks slowly as he feels the wound beneath his tongue close up suddenly, as do the other knocks across his handsome face.
She’s a god damn magician.
Starsin had told him bedtime stories of powerful beings with the ability to make their wildest dreams come true. He never imagined he would meet one, though. The boy parts his lips to say his thanks only for her to sneeze directly into his mouth. Malone briefly cringes and feels his face contort into a grimace as she sneezes again shortly after. This time, however, the it is directed toward the ground. Still, he definitely has cooties now.
“Th-thank you for healing me,” he stutters as he tries to brush his thoughts away in favor of more cheerful ones. “Were you born a magician or did you become one?”
The look of unease from before is abandoned entirely as his eyes grow wide with sudden wonder. The gold and black of his eyes focus entirely on her, as though the world beyond them has ceased to matter at all for the time being.