08-18-2019, 02:01 PM
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]Is it for show?[/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]Or has he flipped some mechanical switch in her brain that has her spitting vitriol again, gnashing her fanged teeth?[/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]He supposed it does not matter.[/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]None of this matters at all, he thinks, not to him.[/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]Though it seems to be of some vital importance to her. [/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]He knows more about her now than he thought he would when he’d opened his eyes and found her standing there. He knows that she feels worthless compared to whatever expectations had been stacked against her. That it makes her cry to think of all the things she’s lost or were never hers to begin with. He knows that there is a softness in her, even in all that darkness. He knows enough and this is perhaps more than she’d wanted him to know. [/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]It feels cruel to fashion up that slanted, wayward smirk in the face of the storm that lays her to waste. How thoroughly and viciously it consumes her as she descends upon him. Perhaps she has underestimated how little he cares - about this, about himself, about the aimless and unremarkable life he lives. (Can it be called living?). But he does not try to stop it. He makes no effort to hide it, just watches her with a glint or some dark something in his eye. [/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]She issues her threat and he lifts his chin, peers down the length of his nose at her. “[/font][font=.SFUIText-Bold]Do it, then,[/font][font=.SFUIText]” he says and then he shifts his weight, lifts his chin even further to reveal the vulnerable length of his throat. “[/font][font=.SFUIText-Bold]You’d be doing us both a favor.[/font][font=.SFUIText]”[/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]He drags in a long, steady breath. “[/font][font=.SFUIText-Bold]I will gladly be your martyr, the reason for being what you are[/font][font=.SFUIText].”[/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]Or has he flipped some mechanical switch in her brain that has her spitting vitriol again, gnashing her fanged teeth?[/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]He supposed it does not matter.[/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]None of this matters at all, he thinks, not to him.[/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]Though it seems to be of some vital importance to her. [/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]He knows more about her now than he thought he would when he’d opened his eyes and found her standing there. He knows that she feels worthless compared to whatever expectations had been stacked against her. That it makes her cry to think of all the things she’s lost or were never hers to begin with. He knows that there is a softness in her, even in all that darkness. He knows enough and this is perhaps more than she’d wanted him to know. [/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]It feels cruel to fashion up that slanted, wayward smirk in the face of the storm that lays her to waste. How thoroughly and viciously it consumes her as she descends upon him. Perhaps she has underestimated how little he cares - about this, about himself, about the aimless and unremarkable life he lives. (Can it be called living?). But he does not try to stop it. He makes no effort to hide it, just watches her with a glint or some dark something in his eye. [/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]She issues her threat and he lifts his chin, peers down the length of his nose at her. “[/font][font=.SFUIText-Bold]Do it, then,[/font][font=.SFUIText]” he says and then he shifts his weight, lifts his chin even further to reveal the vulnerable length of his throat. “[/font][font=.SFUIText-Bold]You’d be doing us both a favor.[/font][font=.SFUIText]”[/font][/font]
[font=.SF UI Text][font=.SFUIText]He drags in a long, steady breath. “[/font][font=.SFUIText-Bold]I will gladly be your martyr, the reason for being what you are[/font][font=.SFUIText].”[/font][/font]