[private] hiding in plain sight; adna

[adna]

and if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones
‘cause most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs

The second that he opens his mouth, all hopes are dashed in the kindness that floods out from him.

Her serpentine eyes narrow and she exhales, letting loose a breath she didn’t even realize that she had been holding. For a second—a beautiful and brilliant moment—she had thought that maybe she had been able to find her counterpart in another. She had thought that she had found someone who reflected the darkness in her own heart and who could maybe understand the poisonous shadows that wrap around it.

“Oh,” she breathes and can barely hide the bitter disappointment that seeps into her voice. It doesn’t make any sense and she knows that. She knows that it makes no sense for her to be so disappointed with the fact that he is kind and cheerful and so quickly embraces her into a conversation.

“Thank you,” the words are right but they are stiff and stale in her mouth and she forces them out. “I don’t think I’ve ever been complimented on them,” this is more genuine and she glances down, frowning at the way the sun catches off them. When she had been young, she had loved the fact that she looked so much like her father but he had been so quick to inform her that it was a curse—and who was she to disagree?

“I like…” her voice trails off and she gives a weak smile, “well, I like all of it.” She just gestures to all of the darkness and blackness that makes him up and then sighs. “You’re unlike anything I’ve seen.”

She frowns and then looks to the ground, unsure why she was here and why she was bothering him.

adna

we're setting fire to our insides for fun
collecting pictures from a flood that wrecked our home

@[Velkan]