10-29-2020, 11:59 PM
CrownS
He throws his head back and his laugh is born anew when she asks her question. Crowns has only ever known victory in this life, even if it did not seem like it at first. But he brings his chin down quite suddenly and meets her eyes with that bright ocean gaze of his once more. Slowly, he steps closer, the sapphire blue of him reflected in her pretty eyes.
“Then they will be right for an hour, and I will be right forever after,” he counters with the remnants of his smile still holding fast to his charming face. He is unflinching in his confidence, but she will learn this about him in time.
And then she reaches into him with her gift, to stroke the strings of his heart and twist them into submission. His smile fades and he wonders if he should let her in or if he should grab her by the wrist and not let go. After all, he has learned that those who reach must mind that they are not ensnared instead. But he lets her walk through the door into his mind and he reclines to see what she does.
“I don’t mind it. Do you?” he asks her, the corners of his lips twitching into a grin like he might give up the joke prematurely. Crowns forces himself not to smile anymore, though. Quietly, so slowly that mere seconds seem to take several lifetimes over, he locks the door behind her. He throws away the key.
Something in him uncoils, but he bids it to be still a while longer, to hand her the reins and watch.
“Do you want me to bleed?”
“Then they will be right for an hour, and I will be right forever after,” he counters with the remnants of his smile still holding fast to his charming face. He is unflinching in his confidence, but she will learn this about him in time.
And then she reaches into him with her gift, to stroke the strings of his heart and twist them into submission. His smile fades and he wonders if he should let her in or if he should grab her by the wrist and not let go. After all, he has learned that those who reach must mind that they are not ensnared instead. But he lets her walk through the door into his mind and he reclines to see what she does.
“I don’t mind it. Do you?” he asks her, the corners of his lips twitching into a grin like he might give up the joke prematurely. Crowns forces himself not to smile anymore, though. Quietly, so slowly that mere seconds seem to take several lifetimes over, he locks the door behind her. He throws away the key.
Something in him uncoils, but he bids it to be still a while longer, to hand her the reins and watch.
“Do you want me to bleed?”