HEALING BONES

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄

[daemens-blog]

CONSEILLE

alice leans & yerin leans in too; something in the crisp-cool of her tone or down-flutter of lashes always has yerin craning a little forward. but her stories are just the same. she’s in perpetual motion too, called away to this place or that by a person or a pursuit.

❝ oh, we’ll keep it a secret then, ❞ she answers in a hush that’s almost more serious than playful – but it’s been a while since they’ve had the chance to spend some time together. at least, beyond a few greetings and a light brush of fingers during delivery

❝ not yet, i just finished my kitchen shift ! ❞  and she sends out a quiet thank you to the universe for the time aligning. ( and then a prayer that she doesn’t smell of chicken grease. )

she notices their sudden proximity, how yerin leans is as if pulled towards alice, too. alice has always been her own siren song, calling for others to drown in her whether she wanted them or not. but yerin is the first time alice finds herself as the drowning sailor, eyes hooking in on the curve of her jawline and the hairs that stick there, blowing from the air conditioning.

“  that sounds,  ”     alice murmurs, refusing to break the intimacy of the moment,   “  like a wonderful plan.  ”

gazes locked, for she’d never break away first, alice takes the menu from yerin’s grip and places them somewhere on the table. where, it doesn’t matter. alice isn’t looking, and it could have fallen to the floor for all she doesn’t care. 

her long fingers slide around yerin’s wrist and she tugs, shimmying back until she has yerin in her space, facing her, their knees close to touching. alice’s thumb presses into the vein at yerin’s wrist, feeling for her pulse, to see if flutters as fast as her own.

“  i’ve  ...  wanted to see you for a long time, you must know. for more than a few moments.  ”

[daemens-blog]

CONSEILLE

❝ i know! i almost feel like i should be bringing you a box of fried cheese & sweet corn chicken right now … ❞  ( mako’s orders are always a little on the unique side )  ❝ today feels like a special occasion ❀ what can i bring you? anything, on the house! ❞ in all honesty, seeing alice actually sitting there at the booth feels almost like an honor in itself, like getting the cat who refuses pets from anyone to sit at your lap.

“  you still may.  ”

rare are her smiles    ( such as they are, a bare lift of her lips that could be a grimace as much as anything )   but they come out, every now and again, for this one obviously overworked and hopelessly endearing girl. or it could have simply been the way her mouth forms on the ‘a’.

alice waves away all the gushing, then leans in on her forearms, her doll-like chin resting on her knuckles.

“  i expect a message from mako at any moment when she hears of where i am.   and the rest will likely follow suit.   but while i have you to myself   -- and i’ll pay, i insist --  have you taken your break yet ?   ”

[daemens-blog]

“  now that i think about it  --  i don’t believe i’ve ever sat down and enjoyed a meal here. i’m always either getting takeout for the others or dragging you elsewhere.  ”

         /  @conseille​

[daemens-blog]

“  i suppose there are some things one can never unlearn  ...  and some people you’ll always come back to.  ”

[monstroussuggestion]

You cannibalize yourself endlessly, everything you are breaking down again and again so you may be born again with every dawn, always bloody, always hungry from the need to grow. This is your eternity.

[hekahte]

a reprieve from every betrayal of myself i’m blocking out all the memories / of those shadowed places calling out, the deep and dark unknowable nothings. in the morning they’ll reappear as grief and loss do, dawn brushing over the eyes and okay maybe this time — just to watch me choke on it. i’m trying for something softer just to see if i can. maybe i wanna swallow the sun without burning / to think i’m not something ruined by light.

a poem that doesn’t end badly, s.a. (via hekahte)