you made hell feel like home; any

[Kagerus]

Out with the golden we sew, and the lower past that crawls.
Now, to the doorway you run, to the girl that's not lost.

I have already experienced what it is like to have my family be gone - and I reacted nothing like him. I am dependent, tethered, disapproving of solitude. In a way, aren't we all?
Chance meetings can be avoided.
This one was not.

His smile disarms me (why did I expect him to be less... civilized?), and my lips become a mirror. They like to see themselves reflected in me, the others. At least, the parts of me that I've shown have been less warmly received. I step closer to him.

"I'm Kagerus," I reply, the low husk of my voice mingling with his in the silence that steadily grows between us. My eyes sit weighted on his for a time, a leaded sort of connection that feels comfortable, but only because there's no where also to look.

My skin twitches. Eerie.

"I came here to dream," I allow, feeling as if I exist above my body - dissociated. My head feels too light, my legs altogether numb. I can't help it, sometimes. The drifting. Mind pulling away from body as if their connection could withstand such hardship.

"Why are you here?"

Kagerus

sweet nothing

@[rapt]