@bleedsmokes sent: “ is there really nothing i could do that would scare you away from me? ”
oh, but fear and her are great friends. as intimately woven with it as she is with the gentle hands of death peeking from his dark robes. when one is so close with the brush of fear’s touch, it creates numbness. like a poison upon skin cells. every contact creates a tolerance until eventually, it’s presence is no more noticed, no more felt, than the stillness of the air. little shocks her anymore. little makes her wary in the way which he references.
so, she shakes her head, honesty written in the curves of her features. “ no...probably not, ” admits quietly. there are a few things which still strike fear into her heart. and they are not things most people are capable of accessing. discomfort is not a reason to flee. she lives in discomfort. the world makes little sense to her— or rather she makes little sense in it. and he seems like someone who is the same. someone used to being on the outside looking in. “ i don’t. scare easy. ”
