[private] Out with the golden we sew // Rapt

[rapt]

there is a dream in the space between the hammer and the nail ------ the dream of about-to-be-hit, which is a bad dream ------------ but the nail will take the hit if it gets to sleep inside the wood forever It’s been said before – Rapt is not a very smart boy. He’s faithful to a fault, he’s pretty, he’s loving – but he’s not smart. Especially now, dazed in a new body, hormones flooding a body and mind not built for such things, looking at the child, slippery and slimy but oh-so-beautiful, because it’s his. Theirs. Their impossible, strange child, conceived in a dream, born on the edges of dreams. (He’d never wanted to be a father. His own father was loving, but always looked at him strange, like he didn’t quite know what to do.) If Rapt was smart, he’d see the disconnect, the way she looks at them but doesn’t see, the slight edginess of her. If Rapt was smart, he’d say something – the right thing – to assure her the child is theirs, wholly, that the strange way he’s come into the world doesn’t mean anything. But he’s too busy staring at the son. He doesn’t know he’ll say it until the name leaves his lips: “Abysm.” For all those places the child was made. All those dreams. For the white place where she gave him monsters. It’s a tribute, to her. Rapt should know better. He was never a very smart boy. rapt caius x else

the entire point of this post was to work in a pun thanks.