tonguecavity.
･༓☾ 🎸 Relatability meant worlds for someone who’s never had it. The way circumstance falls into place, when two minds who’s eyes guide each other home, meet once again. There’s something about them; the way they quietly consider his feelings. Each notion flutters his heart, swirls a sensation not often found, right in his gut. You’re sick with it, even after the confession. All you needed, was the last thing you wanted. To be alone in this room. He’d be flattered; small amounts of positivity a man monstered in his look could radiate. Comforting? you’ve found a way to pull the strings again. Doll knows his audience truly do not feel beyond a veil they set forth. Curtains he can only see, but not beyond. What’s the sense? no one truly cared. Not like the way they did.
Your cheeks pull, a small smile grows. The physical contact sending shivers, maybe you’re still not use to it. His own find themselves placing upon theirs. A tangle of appendages, locking in a silent harmony. It is more than he could ever express; more than his actions could speak. You’ve already proved that, he’d think. Listening & offering such a thing, for someone who’s never been given a taste of bliss. Maybe you’ll get lost in heaven, for once in your life. ❛ We are all alone - you are right. Especially in the end. I do not think there would ever be one for me. You can only be there for you, end of day, end of life, who’s there taking your fall? not your friends, family … close ones … ❜ Helpful? it gave him something else to think about. Of course it was. Doll wasn’t sure what he was saying, either. All I needed, was the last thing I wanted. You’ll find a way to blame yourself; every moment, every second, every trespass … in between every awful thing, every broken dream. But you know you can’t do that now, not when your mind wandered. Is it really my fault? you don’t feel as insane as you ever. Not now. You squeeze their hands, bringing honeys to look at them. ❛ You make it very much better, don’t ever think you don’t. ❜
it wasn’t clear what specifically was said that caused doll to change his demeanor, to even smile at what was said. charlie may not have a strong hold on him, but they still see the way doll reacts to their touch. the shiver, the hand that places itself ontop of charlies. but it felt nice regardless, the confirmation that charlie’s words help. that they eased the weight of loneliness from doll. they aren’t always able to do that, they're not the most proficient at completely understanding what to say, or when to say it. not without leaning back on his power, on manipulation, at least. they’re trying to be better at that.
❛ thank you. and, for whatever it is worth... you make me feel less alone, too. ❜ it hardly felt like anyone actually listened to what they had to say anymore, had these expectations for the sort of person charlie should grow into. a mold that had already been set for them the moment they popped their wings.
doll didn’t do that, didn’t do any of that. he listens, opens up to charlie and speaks from his heart in return. ❛ ... at times it feels as though i haven’t had an honest conversation in my life before you. ❜
