babydoll. gavin & sasha blitz!
Oct 19, 2021 16:32:50 GMT -5
Post by nolan goode 10m / kaitlin. on Oct 19, 2021 16:32:50 GMT -5
I am afraid of him.
I stumble backwards into him and he's running already, a boy turn hero when I'm not even sure he was looking to be one, and that's the kind of thing that makes me afraid. That's the kind of thing that makes people love someone else.
Irrationally, and without doubt.
Hand around my shoulders, shielding me from this place that I already hate so much, in this place where I have never felt quite so alone as I did standing on that platform, there's something about Gavin Hale that I don't want to run from. Pressure along my spine where he touches me, there's something selfish in it that only someone just as selfish would be able to recognize. He saves me, and a part of me wonders how much of it was for me and how much of it was to make himself feel better. Weight of him around my shoulders, he feels familiar.
I cut my heart out a long time ago though, left behind only the knife, and so when we are finally free of the mess and the fighting starts to sound like an echo through the trees instead of a ringing in my ears, I come to an abrupt stop. We'd been running, faster than I realized, really, and while I'm not out of breath, I'm sure as fuck not used to literally running for my life.
Still, "why did you help me?"
He's a few steps ahead of me, stopped a few paces away when I so suddenly halted. I swallow, twist the blade inside myself.
I level my crossbow at him.
"There's a right answer to this question."
I don't know if I have it in me to be cruel if he answers incorrectly, don't have it in me to do this alone. Please, I swallow. Answer correctly.
I stumble backwards into him and he's running already, a boy turn hero when I'm not even sure he was looking to be one, and that's the kind of thing that makes me afraid. That's the kind of thing that makes people love someone else.
Irrationally, and without doubt.
Hand around my shoulders, shielding me from this place that I already hate so much, in this place where I have never felt quite so alone as I did standing on that platform, there's something about Gavin Hale that I don't want to run from. Pressure along my spine where he touches me, there's something selfish in it that only someone just as selfish would be able to recognize. He saves me, and a part of me wonders how much of it was for me and how much of it was to make himself feel better. Weight of him around my shoulders, he feels familiar.
I cut my heart out a long time ago though, left behind only the knife, and so when we are finally free of the mess and the fighting starts to sound like an echo through the trees instead of a ringing in my ears, I come to an abrupt stop. We'd been running, faster than I realized, really, and while I'm not out of breath, I'm sure as fuck not used to literally running for my life.
Still, "why did you help me?"
He's a few steps ahead of me, stopped a few paces away when I so suddenly halted. I swallow, twist the blade inside myself.
I level my crossbow at him.
"There's a right answer to this question."
I don't know if I have it in me to be cruel if he answers incorrectly, don't have it in me to do this alone. Please, I swallow. Answer correctly.
