Why is she so crestfallen?
Tears make her foggy eyes glisten, stain the corners dark, now a girl is thankful for the rain- J could pretend the stray raindrops found her face. It only hurts when she lets it, caught off guard, feeling the walls she built falter and crack- they have always been weak and incomplete.
The same way she is-
“It’s not your fault,” a sniffle, congestion taking her nasal passages with a sadness that breached her airways. Softly grows a feeble smile, shaking her head until strands of her mane catch, and stick to the damp bridge of her nose. The dip in his tone makes her sorry herself, quickly dismissing any faults, swift to accept his accident.
He doesn’t mean to, and neither does she.
“Mother is a cold creature,” a simple enough statement, voice falling to a whisper as she leans in, a secret- yet another thing to frighten her. Being caught saying such things makes her uneasy, like most other, otherwise trivial, things do too. Breathing life into her doubts and downfalls, making them more real with each spoken syllable.
“Cold in here,” an outstretched nose protrudes forward, touching gently at his chest, the place his heart might rest near his lungs. This closeness is short lived, the velvet of her lips delicately pressed against his striped skin and then retracted soon after contact.
A long time ago, when she was still spindly legged, she fell in the River- flailing in the current with wild movements. The steady, albeit awkward, words of her savior calmed her and helped urge her to the banks safely.
(Kind words, spoken in a broken language, struggling over sentences with a form that felt so strong- whole and unburdened. Tioga, Jenger doesn’t know why the woman fought for her life the way Mother never did, but she was grateful that day. Afraid to die, but scared to live.)
“The water scares me,” words manage to form in the same quiet tone. “Are you sure it’s safe?”
Tears make her foggy eyes glisten, stain the corners dark, now a girl is thankful for the rain- J could pretend the stray raindrops found her face. It only hurts when she lets it, caught off guard, feeling the walls she built falter and crack- they have always been weak and incomplete.
The same way she is-
“It’s not your fault,” a sniffle, congestion taking her nasal passages with a sadness that breached her airways. Softly grows a feeble smile, shaking her head until strands of her mane catch, and stick to the damp bridge of her nose. The dip in his tone makes her sorry herself, quickly dismissing any faults, swift to accept his accident.
He doesn’t mean to, and neither does she.
“Mother is a cold creature,” a simple enough statement, voice falling to a whisper as she leans in, a secret- yet another thing to frighten her. Being caught saying such things makes her uneasy, like most other, otherwise trivial, things do too. Breathing life into her doubts and downfalls, making them more real with each spoken syllable.
“Cold in here,” an outstretched nose protrudes forward, touching gently at his chest, the place his heart might rest near his lungs. This closeness is short lived, the velvet of her lips delicately pressed against his striped skin and then retracted soon after contact.
A long time ago, when she was still spindly legged, she fell in the River- flailing in the current with wild movements. The steady, albeit awkward, words of her savior calmed her and helped urge her to the banks safely.
(Kind words, spoken in a broken language, struggling over sentences with a form that felt so strong- whole and unburdened. Tioga, Jenger doesn’t know why the woman fought for her life the way Mother never did, but she was grateful that day. Afraid to die, but scared to live.)
“The water scares me,” words manage to form in the same quiet tone. “Are you sure it’s safe?”
jenger
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