gravelessheart.
there’s a B E A T before she grants whatever W I S H he’s seemingly conjured within his mind, whether it mirrors the upturned tightly pressed lips in which she exhibits as a brow arches as inquisitive mind seems to deepen with his words. it’s like B A I T I N G him, the way she leans in on chilled skin, goosebumps d e c o r a t i n g her pale arms as her attention seems to be fittingly set upon axle entirely. he’s T R Y I N G & here charlotte is, among many of things, most of all taken for a C O W A R D. too busy dreading the lack of I S O L A T I O N she’d receive with his presence & yet too U N E X P O S E D to the warmth in which he provides in order to leave it. ‘ i don’t know axle, why don’t you tell me. ‘ D E A D P A N N E D in response, hues seem to falter any indication that she’d been meaning to be G E N U I N E . unable to fool even herself in that aspect.
he regrets it already, despite not having even said the P U N C H L I N E, because he knows that m o s t people are rarely fans of his vast collection of C H E E S Y puns & jokes, & he's guessing that she'll be even M O R E unamused by it, but he decides to t r y anyway, holding onto the S L I V E R of hope that she m i g h t be capable of cracking a smile. he's had yet to make anyone smile today, & knowing that makes him s a d, finding comfort in making O T H E R S happy, for he no longer knows how to make H I M S E L F happy. ❛ cas-brrr. ❜ it's said with a grin almost too large for his f a c e, despite knowing how c o r n y his joke is, an aura of almost childlike innocent, even if any trace of I N N O C E N C E was stolen years ago, when the fire that H E sparked ended his family's life. ❛ do y o u have any J O K E S ? like, real ones -- don't just say m e or something. an actual joke. un chiste. that's J O K E in spanish, by the way. learned it in tenth grade. but -- really. a joke. doesn't have to be fire or ice related. ❜
