08-18-2020, 12:30 AM
i will be brutal
He wishes he could be the kind of man that a girl like her would fall for - the kind who can sand all his rough edges smooth and love her right. Larva wishes he could learn to be softer, kinder, better. But that darkness looms through the echoing halls of him. It wants to taste her throat and hear her filled with shaking sobs. He swallows nervously and hopes she doesn’t notice the way he eyes her pulse. Please, god, make this hunger stop, he thinks.
‘Always,’ she says and it pulls him from the spiral he has grown so accustomed to. He wonders how to answer her question but it feels too much like confessing the sins he keeps close to his chest. Instead, he bridges the space between them and he touches his lips to the corner of hers to sidestep her question.
She’s exactly as soft as he thought she might be, as he’d hoped she wouldn’t be. Her skin smells like the flowers caught up in her hair and the gravity of his want pulls him back under. He could never escape this black hole of his ravenous desires. How hilarious, that he ever entertained the thought. But he peels himself back from her just as he begins to bare his fangs.
“No,” he says to himself as he forces his gaze back to the river. “I don’t want to touch you. I can’t.” As if the words would make it true, as if the curse wasn’t embedded into every his cell. The fact remains, much to his horror, that touching her felt like a brief reprise from all the misery he carried across his heart. He takes a step back and tries to remember the way back to Tephra as his mind spins heavily.
‘Always,’ she says and it pulls him from the spiral he has grown so accustomed to. He wonders how to answer her question but it feels too much like confessing the sins he keeps close to his chest. Instead, he bridges the space between them and he touches his lips to the corner of hers to sidestep her question.
She’s exactly as soft as he thought she might be, as he’d hoped she wouldn’t be. Her skin smells like the flowers caught up in her hair and the gravity of his want pulls him back under. He could never escape this black hole of his ravenous desires. How hilarious, that he ever entertained the thought. But he peels himself back from her just as he begins to bare his fangs.
“No,” he says to himself as he forces his gaze back to the river. “I don’t want to touch you. I can’t.” As if the words would make it true, as if the curse wasn’t embedded into every his cell. The fact remains, much to his horror, that touching her felt like a brief reprise from all the misery he carried across his heart. He takes a step back and tries to remember the way back to Tephra as his mind spins heavily.