| — A D A L I N E — your mouth is poison; your mouth is wine (you think your dreams are the same as mine) The sound of his breathy voice stirs dusty emotions in her belly—emotions she tries so hard to keep clamped down. Emotions that are inherently wrong and yet as right as the sun; emotions that she could not deny if she wanted to. It warms her papery body from the inside out, and suddenly she cannot remember why she had been sad in the first place—her skin fragile where the tear on her cheek had dried. “Contagion,” she murmurs in response, and suddenly the nearness of him brightens her from the inside out. There is nothing wrong in the world—nothing that could possibly stop her from being happy in this moment. One day, she may look back on this and wonder at her sheer unwillingness to confront the desire stirring like a snake through her veins, but today was not that day. Today, she was happy to just be. She turns her pink eyes to catch his own gaze and her lips spread into a bright smile. “So are you going to take me to our new home?” she asks, and she cannot remember why she had ever been threatened by the faint idea of the wolf girl. What they were could not be broken by the world (perhaps the only thing about them that was unbreakable). What they were was as permanent as the waves hitting the shore. Indestructible love housed in the world’s most fragile shell. |
i knoooooow. they are the worst, but also the best.