I could take all that you love
We could get down fading numb
We could get down fading numb
It’s strange seeing muscle shift beneath his skin, to recall that the Ascended are still partly organic. It’s been half a season maybe since she left Nate - or rather that he left her - and already she’s terrified by how much she seems to be forgetting. By the novelty of things that had once been an everyday part of her life.
Drowning in her own sudden panic, she scarcely hears his praise, and her hands fall limply away from his fingertips in a glancing kiss as her electricity fizzles out. Far less controlled than normal, and because of it her hair starts to float in the static around her. That at least is enough to bring her back, grateful for her automatic empty expression that has shielded her from his scrutiny as her hands smooth the strands back down with a soft laugh.
As he sits up, clearly waiting for her to make a choice, she is torn asunder all over again. Her mind rebels at the mere idea of having him near her throat, leaving his own scar where only Nate’s should be. It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Because he will never give a passing thought to the weight she places on his marks, on the defensiveness she has around them. He will never add any more to her skin. Her next inhale rattles like an iron cage in her chest, and she can feel her facade slipping. Before it can entirely, she thrusts her arm out towards Cal, hating herself for how she still can’t do it anywhere else even knowing it doesn’t fucking matter anymore. “Elbow?” Referencing the soft inner flesh with the pale blue veins easily seen through her skin as her Torchline tan fades away in Halo’s reaches. Picked over the wrist for the way the scabs will pull with every motion of her arm, helping chase away future thoughts with the sting of a different man’s memory, brief and perfunctory that memory may be.
It’s all she can do to keep from shaking apart where she stands, waiting almost painfully for Cal to take it all away with the drugging bite of his teeth.
Drowning in her own sudden panic, she scarcely hears his praise, and her hands fall limply away from his fingertips in a glancing kiss as her electricity fizzles out. Far less controlled than normal, and because of it her hair starts to float in the static around her. That at least is enough to bring her back, grateful for her automatic empty expression that has shielded her from his scrutiny as her hands smooth the strands back down with a soft laugh.
As he sits up, clearly waiting for her to make a choice, she is torn asunder all over again. Her mind rebels at the mere idea of having him near her throat, leaving his own scar where only Nate’s should be. It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Because he will never give a passing thought to the weight she places on his marks, on the defensiveness she has around them. He will never add any more to her skin. Her next inhale rattles like an iron cage in her chest, and she can feel her facade slipping. Before it can entirely, she thrusts her arm out towards Cal, hating herself for how she still can’t do it anywhere else even knowing it doesn’t fucking matter anymore. “Elbow?” Referencing the soft inner flesh with the pale blue veins easily seen through her skin as her Torchline tan fades away in Halo’s reaches. Picked over the wrist for the way the scabs will pull with every motion of her arm, helping chase away future thoughts with the sting of a different man’s memory, brief and perfunctory that memory may be.
It’s all she can do to keep from shaking apart where she stands, waiting almost painfully for Cal to take it all away with the drugging bite of his teeth.
Gasoline kiss on my lips
Tell yourself you know it's me
Tell yourself you know it's me
