redemptioninterlude.
“And you have a very RIGID ONE.” counterpoint, without the satisfying, set, they look at each other as they declare match point, without the verbal confirmation of it all. They are not children anymore, even if the world was set to make them have them, a marriage proposal that falls through, the other shoe that drops along with it, even as they kiss in hallways where nobody can see them, even as they debate, with wine-soaked intention, through the night as to the right, the wrong, of their politics. “Perception has so much of a point in all of this. And yours is soured by the obvious. You feel yourself less worthy, no matter how often you are told the opposite. Because you don’t believe it for yourself.” and for that, she is in his space, so purposeful, far too near, she can smell the aftershave, and ah, how it’s new, and not what she’s bought him, a flare of annoyance radiating outwards, not that she utters a word to it. “… you ought to know well enough what I feel and how that will cost me once we are out of here and thrust into the real world with all its expectations.”
- @crrw
He keeps searching for peace and understanding at the bottom of a bottle or a glass or a bowl , and they always seem to evade him. He is no stranger to reality nor is he a skeptic to the future. He knows what is coming , and he knows what is coming for him. He knows what comes for her too , and what it will rob him of. ❛ See , but that’s the thing though. That’s the problem. It isn’t soured. I am not my sister. I am not my father. I have never been told I was anything other than less worthy. I could never match up to them , to any of them. ❜
He says it with the kind of forlorn sadness that beckons consideration , but that small tinge of bitter resentment still drips from the words. He has just relinquished any reason he might have to continue down this road. Then again , maybe that’s the point. He NEEDS a reason.
❛ You want to keep kissing me, but you also want to keep that excuse in your back pocket for when you grow bored of me. Because when that day comes, you can point at my lineage and my allegiance, and you can say I am not good enough for you. Even if I wear those things now and you kiss me anyway. You always needed an excuse, because you were always going to leave me. ❜
