reaching for a book of matches
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
strike a light and then you'll see the real mess that i am
What’s done is done and that’s truly all that can be said about it. Maea had been avoiding him, and he hasn’t sought her out. He’d much prefer to keep it that way, all things considered. But she isn’t here right now – instead, there’s Flora at his side and himself in a strange mixture of partially losing his mind only to regain part of it because the Doubletake can also handle his panic attacks better than he’s experienced.
So they walk, he tries to keep the twitchiness out of his limbs, dark gaze impossibly darker as he scans the buildings they walk past as if waiting for something to jump out at them. Gods, what he wouldn’t give to havesomeone something to sink his teeth into right this second.
Her question distracts him from those darkening thoughts, though, head swinging toward her with little of the grace he usually held over himself to see the shy look and the slow smile, and a crease forms between his brows as they pinch curiously. And her question feels like golden sunlight against the dark inky void of his rampaging thoughts, and he tilts his head before he nods. “I’d really like to.” He admits nearly immediately. “I do still want to be your friend, Flora.” Your shopping partner, your guildmate, a bloodstained shadow to help you should you ever need one. He just can’t be her lover.
So they walk, he tries to keep the twitchiness out of his limbs, dark gaze impossibly darker as he scans the buildings they walk past as if waiting for something to jump out at them. Gods, what he wouldn’t give to have
Her question distracts him from those darkening thoughts, though, head swinging toward her with little of the grace he usually held over himself to see the shy look and the slow smile, and a crease forms between his brows as they pinch curiously. And her question feels like golden sunlight against the dark inky void of his rampaging thoughts, and he tilts his head before he nods. “I’d really like to.” He admits nearly immediately. “I do still want to be your friend, Flora.” Your shopping partner, your guildmate, a bloodstained shadow to help you should you ever need one. He just can’t be her lover.
Astaroth
i swear it's nothing personal - i swear it's nothing personal //////
