OH, DARLING SON!

  @ithasme

he’s familiarized with this home,  tried to grow accustomed with the dark,  sleek,  design over the spacious vibrancy of their circus tents.  it’s why he chose to occupy a different room each day,  do a little something while nothing’s at hand.     and  today  he’s found another presence of a neighborly kind.  

zoe was thankful for the     lightness in her mind that only came     from enough   WHISKEY     to dull her pain.     her fingers went up    to jimmy’s temple    &    slowly started to run her hand      across his skin.     she was working  ,   her eyes too focused    to pull to his expression.      ❛    you have a good heart   ,    SADLY   FOR   YOU  ,    the heart is a     long way away     from parts of you.    ❜         zoe kept nonchalant     ,    her eyes narrowing as her thumb    continued to rub against the skin.    energy transfer was a powerful thing.       ❛  your brother   &   i     will always be the same.    he’ll wobble to my tent around      TEN O’CLOCK    &   ask for a reading.    then he will sit there until i get a client.    we are     DEADLOCKED.     ❜         she lifted her eyes to his eyes.      ❛ how is the      PAIN   ?   ❜   

‘  if that’s some other way of sayin’ ‘m upset,  ya ain’t wrong.  ‘   a presence walking in from the pouring light of outside.  she has a luminescent halo around her profile before the dimness of the shed encases her.   it’s after she settles at his bedside  and  presses her fingers on him  that  he feels he can ease up.   literally.   a new sense of vigor  and content  roll in like waves onto the shores of his ache, carrying bits of it away.   she does hold some unexplainable power in her,  requiring no meager words to make him feel better.     ‘   i’m glad ya both have each other.  god knows how kyle’d be without you.   ‘    he goes silent for a few moments,  lets zoe continue on before he hears the question.    

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                         kyle   barely   remembered jimmy as a   kid.   just   little flashes   here   &   there. he remembered whispering quiet,   secret things   with his twin in the   dark.   wondering   WHY   jimmy’s hands were   different   than his,   &   yet not really   caring.   those memories were   vague,   now. after all, kyle had been   sent away   at the age of   5.   adopted into a   wealthy family.   something kyle would   intensely   learn to   REGRET.   his scarred features twitched   gently,   dark eyes lifting a little, before lowering again.     ❛      i c-c-can’t e-ev-ven   eat   b-by m-m-  myself-  f. o-or t-t-tell z-zoe h-h-how i f-  feel,   a-a-all sh-she sees m-me a-as is s-s-some s-s-st-  st-uttering   ch-ch-  charity   c-case.    ❜     but his rare smile   lingered,   tilting his head, blond,   tangled hair   lolling against his forehead as kyle offered the   faintest   of nods.     ❛      th-th-  THANKS,   though.    ❜

neck cranes up,  squinting against sunlight poking into his periphery.  hands release their hold from the handle of his bags which plop on the ground.    ‘   oh,  hey.  this your place ?   t’s neat,   ‘    modern-day home :   a nice break from motel rooms and trailers.        ‘   better than i would’a thought for a hollywood guy.  ‘