08-10-2019, 04:04 PM
sometimes i wonder, will god ever forgive us for what we've done to each other?
then i look around and realize, god left this place a long time ago.
Perhaps there is some thrill in it.
It is so clearly a game that he cannot help the way a smirk ties up one corner of his mouth.
He could go, he thinks, pluck himself out of her gravity and take his leave.
But she is beautiful and coy and not at all who she wants him to believe she is.
So, he stays.
He stays because something wicked twists in the pit of his gut when she speaks all saccharine. And, for the moment, he is not in the mood to ignore it. He will feed into it instead, he will let it absolutely devour him. And that wicked thing curls and rears its ugly head when she bends herself around him and he reaches out to touch her, reaches out to skim his dirty mouth across the surface of those stars. Then she is gone again and that wicked thing festers.
“I’m nobody,” he says after a moment, a delayed answer to her question. Why wouldn’t she want to impress him? Because he has opinion has never counted for much of anything and he sees no reason for that to change now.
And then she answers his question and the smirk deepens. He does not retreat, does not attempt to safeguard his thoughts against whatever power she has over them. “Do your worst, Starsin,” he murmurs, a challenge. He could leave it there, he thinks, but sees no use in being overtly rude. “Bethlehem,” he offers after a thick beat of silence, “you can call me Beth, if you’d prefer.”
