there is a dream in the space between the hammer and the nail; eight

[rapt]

there is a dream in the space between the hammer and the nail ------ the dream of about-to-be-hit, which is a bad dream ------------ but the nail will take the hit if it gets to sleep inside the wood forever He is the kind of boy who would waltz into a lion’s den with a smile on his face. The kind of boy who would love the lions, sink fingers into fur gold as sunlight even as teeth sink in. It will be his downfall, sure as anything, but he’s a boy bred to love disastrous things. (His father bled where wings once were; his mother, a face wracked in scars. Bodies and faces he loves but forgets.) He feels something, a presence alike and unlike the monster, feels tendrils creeping in his mind. He lets them, does not fight it, is open and willing before the stranger. There is nothing to hide, nothing to fight – he is a boy meant to give what should not be given. He is not a particularly smart boy. And then the man transforms, quick as a blink – and he is the monster! Rapt’s face breaks into a joyous smile, and he surges forward, unquestioning. “It is you,” he breathes, and dips his head, as if in a bow. He is close enough to smell him, and no, maybe the monster doesn’t smell quite how he used to, but Rapt – such a stupid boy – does not question it. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me.” rapt caius x else

wasn't sure if he was still resembling pollock so playing it like he is BUT can change it if you want <33