; they come to her, like an army — memories that intrude, that haunt and CURSE the girl to remember what she has done, who she has become & she just feels so awfully alone & afraid —- hopeless, useless, no one to love.
❝ i… i…. i…. i just .. i just .. why doesn’t.. why can’t … ARRRRGH!❞
; her fists will curl up into small round balls of anger — she’s SCREAMING out at the world, begging for help.
❝ send me a ‘&’ to my muse’s reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.❞
It’s his fingers; tracing against the girl’s bare back that will send a sprawl of goosebumps down her skin.
her breathe will d r a w in, a sudden vivid flush of red splattering across her cheeks ; she feels oddly vulnerable, disliking the rawness in which he can see when his orbs flicker upon hers — her soul is displayed out for ONLY him to see.
she immediately regrets the decision, the choice to show such a side of herself to anyone — for it brings dangerous thoughts to bloom, longings &questions that she has locked away ; kept from herself, hiding herself like a murder.
; he’s a human — a creation of tragedies and triumphs; flesh and bone that is both so unbearably fierce and f r a g i l e. he would break her.
he’s not laughing at her. what’s the appeal in giving your kid a strange name? at least her parents gave her something on the tame side; it’s even kind of endearing. carter tilts his head to the side, gives her a once over.
“I’m Carter.”
❝ yeah. i mean.. it’s a strange name.❞
she likes the simple way he says it; the way it slides of his tongue so gracefully & quickly makes it sound like it’s something to be proud of.
“You’re apologizing? Don’t do that——I’ll live. It was just a compliment.”
this is why carter doesn’t hand out compliments; it’s what he gets for polite, really. when did talking to girls get to be so difficult? has he been antisocial for too long?
”What’s your name?”
(this is why she doesn’t talk to humans. )
❝ okay. uh….❞
she feels somewhat vulnerable – a feeling that she does not like, it picks at her sins and insecurities; taunting and teasing. what did she say? what was appropriate?
she still looks worried—- carter’s just going to stare. he shouldn’t even waste his time with this one; but those goddamn dimples.
“Christ. Forget I said anything.”
( she just feels so guilty. )
❝ —- I’m … I … ❞
it is r a r e for the angel to become speechless, to have her words stolen from her lips before she speaks them. however she cannot quite understand what to say… should she apologise?
he’s never really met anyone with dimples—-they’re even better looking in real life. carter usually doesn’t hand out compliments freely, but he felt compelled to comment on her features.
W H A T ?quickly so will her eyes reach over to scan his face – worry causing crinkles to bloom, tugging at the end of her smile. Her dimples were killing him? she couldn’t see the wound.
she’s laughing — the immortal being consumed by an odd burst of happiness that causes crinkles around both of her eyes, a smile tugging on her features.
witchhxnt said: Angst please.
