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WORSHIP

Already he is a lovesick fool.
See it in the way his heart twinges and spasms when she heaps this praise on him.

He can hardly breathe to think that he should mean anything at all to her.
A lovesick fool. Or perhaps just a fool. Too young to know what it means to love anything at all.
But he would tear the wings from his shoulders and lay them at her feet should she ask it of him. He would not think twice about it. Even if it meant he would bleed to death. He would. For her.

He does not smile or blush. He does not surrender to any bashful feeling that might swell up in the cavern of his narrow chest. He just goes on looking at her. As if he might see beneath her surface. As if he might determine if she really means it just by looking at her.

And then she closes up all the distance between them and she touches him as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. As if it does not stop her heart the same way it stops his. He stares at her, his gaze imploring.

Doesn’t she see how easily she could bring him to ruin, too?

He swallows thickly, uncertain if he should tell her the truth.
Uncertain if he can tell her the truth.
Uncertain if he can even open her mouth and speak with the way his mind cannot seem to budge from the memory of her skin on his.

He closes his eyes to better concentrate but his flesh still hums where she’d touched him.

“Both,” he says finally and does not open his eyes, afraid of what he might find in her expression.

you were the boat that breached in the tale of conrad
oh, i loved you with the good and the careless of me
but it all goes bad

@[Stellaria]