Zeph
You turn your smile up a notch as his wanes, as though to force some light against the darkness that peers through the windows of the shop. Yes, you will see him; yes, it will all be sorted; yes, this is insanity, but it is temporary.
And of course you agree to let him bite you, awkward though it may be. And of course it is awkward, but you're used to it now, adjusting your boner and not meeting his eyes as he sends waves of bizarre desire through your system. Then there's tea to drink, and small talk to make, and eventually the long trip home to get started on.
The moment you leave the shop your expression falls and darkens. "Fuckin' fuck," you find yourself muttering, tightening your coat around your shoulders and glaring at the sky. "Fuckin' fuck fucks, Red, don' you fuckin' die."
{fin}
And of course you agree to let him bite you, awkward though it may be. And of course it is awkward, but you're used to it now, adjusting your boner and not meeting his eyes as he sends waves of bizarre desire through your system. Then there's tea to drink, and small talk to make, and eventually the long trip home to get started on.
The moment you leave the shop your expression falls and darkens. "Fuckin' fuck," you find yourself muttering, tightening your coat around your shoulders and glaring at the sky. "Fuckin' fuck fucks, Red, don' you fuckin' die."
{fin}
you're not a bad person
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
