a kiss with a fist [day 3/Troupe v J-Trees]
Jun 29, 2020 22:50:05 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Jun 29, 2020 22:50:05 GMT -5
C A L L U M L E A R E
There's a unique part of his mind that somehow has disregarded the way her body has folded in on itself, the way she's bled every broken promise story out of a thin red line resting on her throat, the way her insults don't come and her hits don't land. It rests deep in a space between the same ignorance he'd feigned to his own brother and the same lies he'd managed to thread into each quilt of innocence that had heard his stories.
In-between his own heartbeats he finds himself waiting for her to wake up, for poison in her words to find his ears. Hell, he's already thinking up replies to what she might have to say to the creatures ear that now rests on the ground, coated in blood that looked just like Birds.
Two heartbeats later and he remembers it all again. A broken heart and the beat that thunders from it sounds a lot like a cannon now, his chest falling into itself as he struggles for the same vomit-laced breath Bird had scolded him for. If he breathes it enough, perhaps it would rouse her from the land of the dead.
Stop convincing yourself of a lie. His mind tells him.
Your lies got you here. His heart agrees.
It's a funny way of not feeling a little red line that seeps from his skin as the creature lunges at him, quickly recoiling as he swings his blade absently towards it to scare it off. His legs shake and his mind folds in on itself, every half-truthed lie flooding forward and threatening to knock him out of his own misery. He should run-
You should run. Says his mind.
You should run. Says his heart.
So, with his own rebellious ignorance cheering for him-
he swings.
[Peach is the better princess anyways you ugly ass dumb ass tree]
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