DID WE JUST MARRY THE DEVIL?

-- because i don't know if i'm down with that.

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I Put a Spell On You | Annie Lennox

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* FRANKCNSTCIN.

FUZZY SIGHT ——–   lungs that swelled with every breath along with shaky ankles that learned to harden like rocks.   with eyes that shake and a heart that quakes.  because his mind is his and it’s ROTTEN TO THE CORE. she never cared   ——-     no;   she knew this would happen.    “i had to try…”     TRY to bring the boy back to life after his body fell limp on the fateful day they met.    and he tried to do the right thing too…..     he was the only sweet grape on the stem;  others used for wine.    SOFT && wanted by those whom never deserved him.   those who were meant to care for him, never hurt him. 

                                                                and he felt so bad

his shoulders    ( slanted back )     with the tip of his tongue rubbing against the bottom of his two front teeth.   a struggle for words as he watches her honey orbs drift to the arrangement sitting in his hands.    HARSH BREATH escaping lips at certain times when it got hot like green tea     …      a calming sensation that comes within the mind when herbs are churned with water.   ‘     i got   ….  you flowers.   ‘        breath deep and strong.   he turns slightly to place them on the cool counter top     ( his hands become lighter than a feather;  SCARED to crush the stems of the columbines )    HIS HEIGHT has him tower over her like a monument to a statue.    she was pale like marble;   bright.     DECADENT.  but calming never the less to his nerve ending mind.     

  IT’S LIKE A SWITCH WAS PULLED. her expression changes, lips curling upwards and flashes pearly whites. she’s filled to the brim with appreciation, oh she loves him so much. he tries so hard, she can tell, she knows. zoe benson is so proud of how far he’s come. it wasn’t without help, no of course not. not everyone can do well without a push, but it’s with sinking GUILT that she’s reminded that he’s like this out of her own accord. the smile dies, melting down and simmering into a small curl of the lips and nothing more. you tried. a huff , small and quiet slips through her lips, and she looks back down to the flowers in his hands, watching as he sets them down. it’s so delicate, she wonders if he had always been like that.

                                           YOUR FAULT ! YOUR FAULT ! IT’S YOUR FAULT !!

zoe’s skin c r a w l s, she’s growing anxious. the urge to move away from him is almost unbearable. it’s rare that she’s overwhelmed with so much GUILT over his state, she can usually muffle the noise in her head, the harsh taunting voice that can only be registered as her own. her hands lift, fingers digging into the dark fabric of her sweater as she crosses her arms.       not in a taunting manner, no, but rather in an attempt to comfort herself.       tawny hues then shift, once more to the boy who towered so effortlessly over her, her gaze moving over the defined planes of his face. it makes her heart ache, and she smiles again,   it’s fake.   ‘ thank you, kyle. they’re beautiful. ‘           and they are, they ALWAYS are. 

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* KYLE.

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he was a walking death trap      ( in certain eyes ).   with bambi eyes looking solemnly at EVERYTHING and fear causing his bones to shake like wind chimes.    because he was normal once upon a dream, and she stole that.  is NORMAL a good word, though ?   because he had a past beyond recognition of such a word.   he had a past filled with solemn silence && creaks that sent shivers up his spine.    in some ways, HE WAS THANKFUL for this life.   yet his mind cooperated like that of an autistic child.    FRIGHTENED !    but he loved her so.

                          && he won’t talk    because talking wasn’t needed                                           && he won’t hurt    because nothing was there to inflict pain upon him.

the newest butler was his occupation and he bought her flowers because she liked things that smelled nice and those flowers were blue.    she likes blue.     DOES SHE ?   he thinks.   she wears it sometimes.    and sometimes… he makes her breakfast because that’s his job.  he’s a butler.  b-butler.      ‘  h… hi.   ‘    frankenstein’s monster learned how to stare into her eyes with a tired gaze.    because at night    ———–    it was a time for silence.

she was wispy, thin and willowy, like the bare branches of the trees back home when they were stripped down to the bark in the winter. home, a place she hadn’t thought about in months, time flown by that felt like years and years away - like her skin had turned to leather and folded over, sagging, her bones drip downwards, tired by the the weight of her life. but this was not the case.  zoe benson was as young as she had been hours prior, tawny eyes bright with the light of her youth and the excitement of her responsibilities. ( she was no adult, not yet - mere months still restricted her from doing things that she did anyways. )

                                  ———–   her mother would be so disappointed in her.                                                          her father wouldn’t know any difference.

she watches, mostly. she knows better now than to get wrapped up with the affairs of other girls. she keeps to herself. it’s lonely, it’s quiet, it’s secure. queenie often shares spare, fleeting moments with her - & she’s grateful. she appreciates the other girl’s company - if she were honest, it feels as though they were really the only on   es left.      BUT THERE’S HIM TOO.      his golden curls and dark eyes, dulled by the passing of his demise, the rebirth and destruction. it burns in the back of her mind, fueled by guilt as though it were gasoline. he offers her things - quaint and beautiful, they only serve to tear into the aching hole in her chest, widening it and making it bigger.                        ( she’s so sorry. ) heavy lashes pull down, brushing against her cheek as she looks to the flowers in his hands. she smiles, and she looks back up at him, eyebrows lifting slightly.          ‘ —hi.’