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[ She could feel his curiosity hanging in the silence, even if she couldn’t see it written across his face. In a way she was forcing herself to speak by keeping her eyes shut, cutting off such a key element in the art of voiceless communication. This was as much an exercise in staying well for her as it was a need for comfort. And with the world dark around her and nothing but his hands tying her to this universe she almost wanted to say something, wondering what it would be like to hear her words echo off of him and bounce back in his reply. “You can ask,” she said at length, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words fell like dust. ]

Where do you lead?

#he is half talking to her #half talking to the lines on her hands as he traces them through to the veins on her wrists #c #kimberly #c:kimberly

kimbrrfrost:

[ As he crawled into the small space with her, she let the air settle around them for a moment. Her skin felt hot, but not as if she were too close to a fire, rather as though the stars on the walls were flying from their fixed spots and twirling around them, stirring up the heat in the room. She placed her hands on top of his, hovering, not holding. Her hands and his were magnets with the same charge, defying science. Sticking together despite every law that urged them to repel. Her palms finally rested against the back of his hands and she read them like braille. Invisible weights tied to her fingers held her hands down and to his, she couldn’t have pulled them away if she wanted to. Her eyes closed, and she sat still and straight with the room dark around them, vulnerable and trusting. Wrapped in what might have been an illusion of safe. ]

{ In spite of himself, Iacomus kept quiet. Questions tore at the border of his mind, dragging themselves by vein and vertebrae towards his throat. Unending--they came in legions. Marching. Massacring. The wonderings clawed at his oesophagus, threatening to choke him, yet still the boy did not speak. Iacomus bit his tongue until the indents felt like to be permanent, his innards overflowing with words unspoken. There was no question more important than this silence, he decided, and so traced the lines of Kimber’s hands with his own instead. She closed her eyes. He could not close his. }

#not really this gif idk #c #kimberly #c:kimberly

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[ Kimber thought of her own childhood bedroom. Of the patterned duvet, the billowing curtains she’d often hung out the windows for aided escape, the mess of clothing littering the floor, the stuffed animals she’d loved. No, it was never safe. Her mind went back to that question. But there was still something akin to comfort that she remembered feeling when Kennedy would crawl into bed with her, the bass-filled vibrations of fighting carrying from their parents’ room, and they would tuck the thick duvet around them like an impenetrable bubble to block the sound. Talking through a squeezed hand or a long blink, or sometimes a deep breath that was almost a whisper.

She wanted to wrap herself up like that now, and block out the sounds of the world around them. Maybe if she was quick enough she could leave her fear on the outside, too. And her thoughts. Maybe she could be left in another kind of silence with him.

Her hands slid across the duvet, and from one corner she untucked it, pulling it back so she could slide beneath its protective layer. In a moment she was sitting in the middle of the bed, duvet raised above her head and an invitation, or rather a silent want, for him to join her there and come into her bubble, which had not had a visitor in so many years she’d nearly forgotten how to open the door for guests. ]

iacomusjfarley

#you'll have to use your imagination lol #the third gif is him getting in ok #the first two are him being nervous/apprehensive #c #kimberly #c:kimberly #less mad looking in that first one

kimbrrfrost:

I haven’t been here before.

#this means neither have i #c #kimberly #c:kimberly

kimbrrfrost:

#AGAIN swap the roles in this pls #iacomus is mary mary is iacomus #c #kimberly #c:kimberly

kimbrrfrost:

I think–

I think you knocked me closer to it.·Balance.

#c #kimberly #c:kimberly #just the eyes not the smile

kimbrrfrost:

Okay.

#c #kimberly #c:kimberly

kimbrrfrost:

– Is that good?

I don’t know.

#i use this gif a lot i know but it fits so #c #kimberly #c:kimberly

kimbrrfrost:

It was you.

It still is.

#c #kimberly #c:kimberly

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Why does it concern you?

#c #marcella #c:marcella

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iacomusjfarley

I lied.

When I told you it was my sister that last knocked me off balance.

#c #kimberly #c:kimberly

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[ This was the point where the dial turned halfway to off, where she usually lost the small nagging marbles of herself for a sweet moment until they’d spill out of the jar again (bigger, somehow) once it was all said and done. This was where she would push it further, stop caring, go blank. Normally she craved that split second of darkness, like velvet sheets wrapping her tight and covering her eyes. This time it turned her stomach to think of going back to that. It panicked her that she felt anything, but it scared her more to imagine tucking those feelings (however small and foreign) away and losing them. That pang of something was the first thing that had felt normal and human in so long she didn’t know what to do with it but cradle it in her open hands, afraid of her own strength if she closed them around it. She might squeeze it to death and be left alone again.

Her hands slid between what was her and what was him. She pushed his chest, the thump of his heart beneath it, away and pulled her head back. Kimber looked at him, almost blank. The glowing embers –just warming up– in her must have reflected in her eyes somehow. She was counting on them to say what she wouldn’t. I want to feel something I want to keep feeling and I’m afraid. ]