@idrottore // starter call
HUNGER COMES UNKIND, gentleness bittersweet ( there’s a glancing choir by the open edges of his vision, their murmurs a brazen gossip already heard once before / time and time again / idle are those reminders of the distant present past, he’s come to know these people very well ). His lips quirk into a polite smile, tainted by the corners by a tenderness that should not be ( why are you not bristling, boy ? ). And the pleased sigh threatening to escape at the softened touch that comes to welcome his waist feels like VIOLENCE ( eyes flutter close in its place, carmine the sweetened cheeks and giddy the nerves ).
And so the words stand ( BEHOLD THE LAST RESORT / had there not been any precautionary measures ? ). ❝ I did not take you for a dancer, did you need to talk ? ❞