eyes loyally find his voice , mouth peaking from her fat scarf to etiquettely coo in return . here comes a timidity that she understands only with a kinship , in part a favoured company , a tolerance that she contains with a sort of sister - love , and a patience that by nature she has learnt to comfortably weaponise . he has no idea who she is , what sort of violence she is bred from , no knowing of the darkness , and that’s how it must be . ( it must . it must . ) unknowing , unburdened , unknightly . he doesn’t know how important she regards him : he never even had to try .
❛ let me carry some , too . i’ll take these ones ––– ❜ from him reeved the two thickest of what it appeared ( she doesn’t even read their titles ) and offering a candy smile , her ear muffs are removed . ❛ hey , isaac kun . you wanna … hang out for a little while ? ❜
❛ ... h - hang .... out ...? ❜ oh , how exhilarated petal - smeared visage must be : fair lips tremble with unbridled happiness , his pallor aglow like moondust trickled ‘neath his skin / to be so unused , HIS HEART IS SORE IN THIS MOMENT — — and how sad it must be . she looks like poetry , what with delicate winter garb and maiden petite , that he near pours himself to her feet , to his knees , facing hers , to a prayer less - used at midnight revivals and more of the religion to angels walking on earth .
❛ ... .. if ... i-if you’re o-okay ... with me ... ❜ the last part he mumbles , pinning books close to throbbing ribs ; his heart - sounds like a war army’s dubious arrival , all drums and gunfire and shoulder pads that don’t serve their purpose anymore —— . ( you are all crooked shoulders and your teeth are blooming roses and your skin is stained - glass temples and how could they ever dream to hurt you ? she makes you leak fleeting notions of things you wish you could be : she makes you want to apologize for every ounce of YOU THAT COULD NEVER BE , all hidden , all glowing .. )
oh , please . he gives all the credit to others .
