#gelues

❝      SOMEONE’S   FAR   FROM   HOME   .      ❞            one   day   he’ll   learn   to   keep   that   mouth   of   his   shut      [   …   ]      if   curiosity   killed   the   cat   ,      imagine   what   it   did   to   the   green   lantern   !      (      OR   WILL   DO   IN   THE   NEAR   FUTURE   .      )      he   flashes   his   prettiest   smile   .            ❝      you   out   here   causing   trouble   ,      or      ---      throwing   a   party   without   me   or   something   ?      ❞  

if not my own, then,  the deaths of others.      i am the jury , my blade the executioner.    i play a roulette with lives, uncle.    am i not monstrous to you  ?         king of ice  ,  long since thawed.       i see the lilies sprouting from your snow.       how can you herald winter & still be warm ?     oh,  υπάρχουν τόσα πολλά που δεν καταλαβαίνω, φαίνεται.        am i a foolish child to you, then,    if  not  a  monster  ?     but a silent, breathless baby yet free from the questions of :   WHO AM I ?

“ σε παρακαλώ, μη με μισείς, θείε.  ”             i bump my head against your arm   -   as a child might.   i rest my temple there,  breathe in your smell.        -   i huff my frusterations.   when will it end?   this war of myself,  this war i have waged against all who live.    when   !   i demand the answer,  i  .  . .   i beg for the answer.         “ i fear i will never be free of war,  that it will never end for me.      i like it too much.      the fighting, the struggling.    the chaos of it all.   a sick part of me. . .has a macabre fascination with war.    wants to believe that. . . I AM WAR.  ”      i close my eyes.   i keep the dreams at bay.     

“ i will never be soft,  θείε. ”  

WHEN THE WAR FINALLY ENDS , he says.

𝟎𝟔 .     𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 .        the     eyes     themselves     are     brown ,        a     shade     so     dark     the     irises     and     pupils     appear     indistinguishable     from     each     other .        there’s     a     slight     darkening     beneath     them ;        not     bags ,        not     quite ,        but     just     a     slightly     shadowed     nuance     to     his     skin ,        which     somehow     makes     the     soft     areas     beneath     his     eyes     seem     more     vulnerable     and     delicate .        his     lashes     are     thick     and     above     average     in     length ;        they     truly     frame     his     eyes ,        draw     the     gaze     towards     them ,        add     to     their     intensity .        his     lashes     don’t     break     or     fall     off ,        and     his     eyes     never     redden .        he     likes     to     have     his     eyelids     gently     touched     when     trying     to     sleep        (      a     secret     only     romantic     partners     know      ) .        there     is     always     a     clarity     in     his     gaze ,        a     severe     intensity ,        as     if     one     can     physically     see ,        by     looking     into     his     eyes ,        that     he     truly     knows     the     secrets     of     what     the     world     looks     like     and     how     it     works .

𝟏𝟐 .     𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 .        his     lips     are     soft     and     full ,        though     not     very     protruding ,        and     a     pale     pink     in     colour .        the     corners     of     his     lips     are     naturally     turned     slightly     upwards ,        which     tends     to     give     an     impression     of     mischievousness     that     is     very     rarely     accurate     or     relevant ,        but     he’s     always     liked     the     idea     of     it ,        that     hint     of     pleasure     or     smugness     on     one     of     his     features .        touching     or     kissing     his     mouth     feels     equally     intimate     to     him ,        as     does     putting     it     against     the     skin     of     another     person ;        it     makes     his     lips     tingle     in     a     way     he     adores ,        and     will     chase     after     with     his     actions .        he     licks     his     lips     often ,        despite     lack     of     a     need     to     do     so ;        his     can’t     dry .        it’s     somewhere     between     a     tic     and     just     habit .

@gelues asked: “Money over love!”

              𝐒𝐇𝐄   𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄   &   𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄 .   she   didn’t   hate   to   love .     she   had   such   depth   of   heart   for   her   family   and   the   closest   of   her   friends .     AND   YET   LOVE   ALSO   SCARED   HER .     so   often   did   she   worry   that   time   might   take   those   people   away   from   her .      THERE   WERE   MANY   REASONS   WHY   SHE   HAD   DECIDED   TO   LEAVE   THE   PLANET .       her   family  ,     as   supportive   as   they   were  ,    didn’t   want   her   to   go .      but   was   it   worth   throwing   all   of   that   away   for   a   few   hundred   dollars  ?                                      NO  ,    SHE   DIDN’T   THINK   SO .