YOU ALWAYS KNOW WHAT TO SAY-
to get yourself into trouble, don’t you? bite your
tongue, jason, before you inspire more hatred
towards yourself (it would be entirely warranted,
however, and entirely deserved; so why are we
not surprised that you would want to push in
farther?).
you’re unsure if it would be better or worse to
be born with your skin- all your life, it would
have followed you; but this skin is something
you’ve done to yourself. either way, you can
at least understand it, even if you cannot
make your decision.
and you laugh at his question- it’s not the first
time you’ve been asked such a thing, is it? you
rarely think, always feel much too hard, never
could control yourself, could you?
–”not of’en. what’s the point?
not like i mind the consequences.”
if said consequences are violent, all the
better for you. you know you’re a glutton
for punishment, and who knows? maybe
one day said punishment will be deadly.
god knows you’d be thankful for it.
–”pops used t’say i’d get the shit kicked
outta me if i kept up like that. but he, ah…
trained me too good to ever lose a fight.”
ah, little self-pitying jason- you always lost to
your father, though, every single time. knocked
you right on your ass nightly. good riddance.
the faux ghost would peer at the child in near
confusion, his chest heaving as bewildered ire
pulsated through his veins. every bit and piece
of erik’s being sternly told him that this child was
not to be trusted; his tone was too smug and spoke
words of complacent self-pity that he was getting
a mixed message. but one thing was clear: he was
careless. at least, that was what this seemed to convey.
dark eyes darted back from peering at the boy, to
turning away, as well as the rest of his form as a
sigh, not one of relief, but of one of releasing tension.
it was no use to try and attack or even yell at this
intruder. this was a child, a damaged child. someone
erik viewed as much more... enlightened than the
rest of humanity. heaven was cruel and biased, and
oddly enough, with the grotesque image that both he
and this strange boy shared, he could see something
within him. it was vague, but definitely there. besides,
this would be a petty waste of rope.
“ ... it would be wise for you to leave me be. ” the phantom
said sternly, shaky hand scouring through paper and
random belongings and trinkets, other hand still hiding the
malformed side of his face. he would of been clawing into
his own flesh had his focus not lie on finding his mask. he
was curious, but he must remind himself that he could’t be
too curious.
“ it is unsafe for children like you to be wandering in places
like this. you could well possibly get yourself hurt or perhaps
even die if you’re not on your guard. “
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