The Ground Walks, with Time in a Box :: [Day 4 + BARFs]
Jul 9, 2015 18:16:47 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Jul 9, 2015 18:16:47 GMT -5
GUNNER LA TORRE oh lord, won't you leave me leave me on my knees cause i belong to the ground now and it belongs to thee Her skin conducts danger, electrified as Nat's blood trickles between her fingers. Mopping the gore up with handful after handful of stripper cash, she eases his head up from her lap with one hand while wrapping multiple loops of duct tape around his neck with her other. "I've seen worse," she mutters absently to him as she works, as if being a nine point six instead of a ten on a La Torre's scale of Horrific Things Witnessed is supposed to be comforting. There's no promise that he'll be okay, no whisper that all he needs is a little rest. She knows he won't wake up from the next time he closes his eyes. Instead of lying to him, she carefully settles Nat's head back down against her leg and smooths his filthy hair back. Sweat and blood and dirt beneath her fingers, he's only half as blonde as when she first met him. It can't be mere coincidence that he's grown a little bit darker since knowing her. The last thing she'll admit in this moment is why she's attempting to mend the unfixable pieces of his dying body, but she can feel the truth hidden as deeply within her as the heart she denies having. Nat should have been hers. Somewhere in the years lost before now, she should have taught him how to fire a gun, how to break bones with a pair of pliers, how crystal meth fucks your teeth up, but is the most beautiful thing on earth if you simply hold it in your hands. He can't be put back together, but she can't help trying. Just in case. "My pops says a soul can't be killed, only its body. Souls escape with last breaths and are reborn when babies take their first." Her dirty fingers tangled in his grimy hair, this absentminded touch is anything but impure. "I've never ended a life... I've only given people the opportunity to live better ones the next time around." In her new life, Gunner will be better than she is now. It's too late to save either of them today, but someday there will be a different future with a better past than this one. They can try again. If it gets fucked up a second time around, then there will be a third and a fourth and a fifth opportunity to fix their broken ways. Even if they never get it right, he won't stop belonging to her. Her heart that isn't a heart may not know how to feel everything it should, but it understands empty spaces and promises to remember each one. In her lives to come, this neglected place inside her chest will be filled with enough stolen heartbeats that she won't have any choice but to admit that she let them in. All of them. Every time she insists that she is untouchable, she's lying. Gunner La Torre's body is branded with fingerprints and not just from one night stands. Unable to admit that someone has touched her without having stripped her naked, she picks up Nat's hand and presses it to her chest. "I'm the best fucking thing that ever happened to you, Baby Krigel. Congratulations on touching your first boob. Your life is now complete." His hand in hers, held to the space above her useless heart, she feels only the empty space he'll leave behind. |