11-22-2020, 03:55 PM
CrownS
There is an itch in him to wrench her mind open and see all the things that she feels, if she will not show them. She wants to yank her back to something concrete and force her to let him kiss her face. But he draws a slow breath in through his nostrils and reminds himself that he must take turns and be fair. So he treats this as an exercise in patience as well as a test of his own mortality.
He follows, just as the thread is guided by the needle, as she leads him through the tall meadow grasses. Crowns smiles contently as they approach the little thicket of plants all pushed up against one another. The little pink flowers hardly stand out amongst the leaves and other blooms. What makes them so special, he wonders? Her words draw his bright blue eyes to hers.
Take a bite.
And so he lowers his head, grazing on them and whatever else is near the pretty little petals. They taste bitter and medicinal despite their delicate aroma. Still, he devours them all until he’s certain their flavor will have him heaving up until even the bile of his stomach is depleted. When he lifts his head, the pupils of his eyes are already razor-thin as they contract in on themselves. There is even a wheeze whispering into his breaths already.
“Now what?” he asks, stumbling as he tries to stand upright. It is only seconds before he finds himself tumbling to the ground as his legs give out. His body trembles as his chin twitches upward every few seconds. Was this what death felt like? An agonizing ache settling into every muscle even as he begged them to be still? Crowns wonders if Rosebay will make it better or if he’ll have to cut their fun short.
But he waits. He creeps closer to the edge and peers long and hard into the darkness there. Would Death reach for him?
He follows, just as the thread is guided by the needle, as she leads him through the tall meadow grasses. Crowns smiles contently as they approach the little thicket of plants all pushed up against one another. The little pink flowers hardly stand out amongst the leaves and other blooms. What makes them so special, he wonders? Her words draw his bright blue eyes to hers.
Take a bite.
And so he lowers his head, grazing on them and whatever else is near the pretty little petals. They taste bitter and medicinal despite their delicate aroma. Still, he devours them all until he’s certain their flavor will have him heaving up until even the bile of his stomach is depleted. When he lifts his head, the pupils of his eyes are already razor-thin as they contract in on themselves. There is even a wheeze whispering into his breaths already.
“Now what?” he asks, stumbling as he tries to stand upright. It is only seconds before he finds himself tumbling to the ground as his legs give out. His body trembles as his chin twitches upward every few seconds. Was this what death felt like? An agonizing ache settling into every muscle even as he begged them to be still? Crowns wonders if Rosebay will make it better or if he’ll have to cut their fun short.
But he waits. He creeps closer to the edge and peers long and hard into the darkness there. Would Death reach for him?
you got me on my knees; i'm your one-man cult.