03-15-2026, 06:08 PM
who could ever leave me, darling,
but who could stay?
but who could stay?
There’s something a bit off about you, isn’t there?
If she is anything at all like the blood that created her, there is so very little that is right about her.
This is an innate thing that she knows, a wrongness that has been there as long as her heart has beat, but it is not something she could ever articulate or explain. She just knows that she was born with an insatiable ache in her chest that nothing seems to soothe, as if she had been born broken before the world had even touched her. She isn’t at all offended that he had picked up on this right away; she has always assumed anyone would be able to see it, that her honeyed halo and shimmering stardust could not hide her flaws. It is partially this belief that she does not belong that has kept her hidden all this time, and perhaps it is fate that her first act of bravery is only reaffirming her suspicions.
But instead of withdrawing inward she only gives a small smile, a quiet curiosity sparking in her dark eyes as she watches him. She finds him equally strange, though she does not say that. For all her dreaming, she could not have possibly dreamed up anyone quite like him—she has not experienced such a coldness before, and her naive mind simply would not have been able to conjure it.
“Isn’t there something a bit off about everyone?” She asks, genuine. She is sheltered, but she knows that part of being alive is being imperfect. But a slight frown shadows her brow, tentatively adding, “I can’t possibly be the strangest you have ever met.”
If she is anything at all like the blood that created her, there is so very little that is right about her.
This is an innate thing that she knows, a wrongness that has been there as long as her heart has beat, but it is not something she could ever articulate or explain. She just knows that she was born with an insatiable ache in her chest that nothing seems to soothe, as if she had been born broken before the world had even touched her. She isn’t at all offended that he had picked up on this right away; she has always assumed anyone would be able to see it, that her honeyed halo and shimmering stardust could not hide her flaws. It is partially this belief that she does not belong that has kept her hidden all this time, and perhaps it is fate that her first act of bravery is only reaffirming her suspicions.
But instead of withdrawing inward she only gives a small smile, a quiet curiosity sparking in her dark eyes as she watches him. She finds him equally strange, though she does not say that. For all her dreaming, she could not have possibly dreamed up anyone quite like him—she has not experienced such a coldness before, and her naive mind simply would not have been able to conjure it.
“Isn’t there something a bit off about everyone?” She asks, genuine. She is sheltered, but she knows that part of being alive is being imperfect. But a slight frown shadows her brow, tentatively adding, “I can’t possibly be the strangest you have ever met.”
Empyreal
@bael