#sungilt

         IT’S TWO FEELINGS THAT mingle side-by-side, bitter and burning in their throat like vinegar. the first is confusion --- less bitter than the other, but still deeply uncomfortable. the witch is confused by him. maybe it’s their own muddled mind and currently fragile state. but they are somewhere near their conclusion, grasping feebly at straws as they try to piece this recent event together ( him, who caused this, him who came to help them. strange motives? lost time? something, something --- ). the witch is going off of voice; with their magic at it’s last dregs their vision is dark, which leads them to their second feeling. 

         panic. 

         overwhelming and almost suffocating. the feeling of their magic is warm, like the first rays of spring after bitter winter, like sun warming their bones. and it’s gone. they’d rather lose limbs than be without their powers. but here they are, stumbling along in the literal dark trying to crush these feelings under their heels.

         fine then. they can turn these into something more familiar. “I’d get further if you just handed me a stick,” they hiss in frustration to their rescuer, words low and raspy in their throat. home, they want to be home, where they can rest this weak body without having to depend on someone else for help. “do you even know where you’re going?” and a second question, one to try and sate the puzzlement still in their mind. “what happened?”

“   WATER   .   “   a   hand   reaches   out   ,   fingers   coaxing   the   bottle   closer   to   his   grasp   ‘   til   he’s   unscrewing   the   cap   &   .   liquid   goes   cascading   down   his   throat   .   he   cocks   a   hip   outward   ,   a   droplet   of   water   sloshes   over   the   rim   &   .   onto   the   floor   .   “   oh   .   you’re   not   louie   .   you’re   new   .   “

         should… should they take offense to this? witch for them is just a title, a stop on the way to figuring out what they really are. but then again —

         they can have fun with this. extending one hand, the one with it’s lacework of sigil on full display, and summon flame into the curl of their fingers. it’s nothing more than a playful demonstration, firelight glittering in the mischievous gray of their eyes. “you think I’m what now?”

poetry starters | accepting

  “hmm.” low smile, their eyes flicker upwards, behind his left shoulder, and narrow. slit pupils contract, and a flash of teeth, shining and white, shows as they grin, all rottweiler and glee. “i’m sure it will.”

 there’s the smell of something other in the air around this one, something else, and verity loves it. it’s new, and exciting, and uncertain. there’s a story here, that they want to unpeel, piece by piece. they’re aware of the fragility of mankind, of the reluctance in them to open up.

 it’s true, the interest is for their own self gain : they’re bored and curious, and isolated. the idea of a story, of intrigue, of what little chance they might have to connect with someone, fills them with a giddy excitement that’s like a coffee rush.

HIS   SMILE   DROPS   .   he   is   not   bible   francis   -   bernard   bariset   now   .   he   is   hunger’s   seed   .   an   itty   bitty   piece   of   hunger   planted   in   his   mother’s   womb   ,   to   make   her   devour   to   feed   her   son   .   he   is   the   thing   that   gnawed   upon   mother’s   flesh   .    he   is   his   father’s   son   .   not   his   mother’s   .   “   yes   .   “

just   as   something   hungers   within   him   ,   he   stares   at   that   which   is   hungry   lurking   in   this   boy’s   body   :   to   him   ,   it   is   pathetic   ,   not   even   lost   its   baby   teeth   .   fangs   flash   behind   lips   reddened   ,   slick   with   blood   ,   lard   seeping   out   of   his   pores   .   “   you   are   an   ugly   ,   animal   thing   .   you   speak   to   me   only   when   you’re   threatened   .   when   a   larger   predator   stalks   into   your   territory   .   you   can’t   eat   me   .   but   i   can   eat   you   .   “

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