11-27-2019, 05:25 PM
It's rude to stare.
This he knew, better than most. It was more than just a lesson handed down by a parent; neither of his guardians had needed to explain it. He hadn't had anyone to stare at in those formative years, back when he was an afterthought, dragging behind powerful women.
But he had felt the truth of it when the fillies stared at him for all the wrong reasons. No, not because he was handsome or someone they wanted to make fall in love with them.
(That would have been a game he willingly played)
He had wanted them to like him. He wouldn't have minded their stares if they had been admiring his powers or the handsome turn of his brow. But any second looks he was given were once he would have rather not had.
They were afraid to let the monster boy out of their sight, of what he would do if they turned their pretty little backs to him.
But he had never done harm, never tasted blood other than his own. Even then, it had only been that one time: the time his mouth and eyes and ears had been full of it. The time they all wanted to know about.
But they never stayed long after he told them.
He tastes the bitterness on the back of his tongue and wonders who she is, who has stirred up these feelings he had so carefully hidden. He wonders if he can swallow them down one more time before they get the best of him, but when he finds his voice the bitterness had already spoiled them.
"Haven't you ever found yourself unable to look away?"
This he knew, better than most. It was more than just a lesson handed down by a parent; neither of his guardians had needed to explain it. He hadn't had anyone to stare at in those formative years, back when he was an afterthought, dragging behind powerful women.
But he had felt the truth of it when the fillies stared at him for all the wrong reasons. No, not because he was handsome or someone they wanted to make fall in love with them.
(That would have been a game he willingly played)
He had wanted them to like him. He wouldn't have minded their stares if they had been admiring his powers or the handsome turn of his brow. But any second looks he was given were once he would have rather not had.
They were afraid to let the monster boy out of their sight, of what he would do if they turned their pretty little backs to him.
But he had never done harm, never tasted blood other than his own. Even then, it had only been that one time: the time his mouth and eyes and ears had been full of it. The time they all wanted to know about.
But they never stayed long after he told them.
He tastes the bitterness on the back of his tongue and wonders who she is, who has stirred up these feelings he had so carefully hidden. He wonders if he can swallow them down one more time before they get the best of him, but when he finds his voice the bitterness had already spoiled them.
"Haven't you ever found yourself unable to look away?"
