better in the morning

i am made of bullets; shrapnel /// you are solar flares and soft lips
better creatures could love you i know ///

“No,” she starts to say with her own little laugh – a softer one that’s tinged with the internal thoughts that war with her when it comes to Fox. It had been the same thoughts back before when she’d been with Chuy, wondering what she’d done so well in the world when she’d done such terrible things to people affected even here.

Her nose wrinkles slightly at his prompting, knowing that she should be expecting it, she follows along with him to take the plates into the kitchen before vanishing while she gathers her thoughts, grabbing her jacket to prepare the next stage of this visit and give herself a bit more time to come up with the honesty of what she wants to say.

“Because of Kaos.” She says softly at first, clearing her throat and watching the water rinse the cutlery and the dishes. “Kisamoa. And everything I did to help him ruin Helovia. I hurt a lot of people.” As far as she was concerned, her soul was stained black with the ink of her sins. And a part of her didn’t want to taint the brilliant vibrant hues of Fox’s own wonderful heart with the inkiness of her own, blackened soul.

kiada

/// but now they'll have to get through me
my love should wear a warning sign, damn right i remember you