Seven Snippets, Seven People
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1. He expects her to go inside, to leave him wallowing by himself, but he’s shocked out of his thoughts when his door swings open. Benny pulls him towards her, her arms wrapping tight around his head and holding him to her chest as she whispers, “Don’t go where I can’t follow you.”
2. Something feels wrong when Kit wakes up in the tunnel again. Or, at least he thinks he’s in the tunnel. He’s not really sure. The static from last time has grown louder, overwhelmingly so, distorting the already fuzzy image of the inky depths around him. Even the claws, grasping at him desperately, are distorted. He can see them this time, for one. But they’re oddly shaped, bent at angles that feel wrong. Sharp cracks where Kit feels there should be knuckles, harsh edges as they curl and puncture the fabric of his shirt. Something’s wrong. 3. He feels a hand glide across his stomach and he reaches for it, laying his hand over the cold spot where he feels it should be. A gaping pit of yearning opens in his stomach. Yearning for the hand that should be there, yearning for touch that means something, yearning for what he could have been if he had never entered Seminary. Kit’s fingers clench where they sit on his stomach his other hand coming up to harshly wipe away the tears. Shame and guilt run rampant in his mind, an unpleasant mix that makes him want to scream in frustration. Why him? Why couldn’t he let go? Why is everything he touches doomed to distance themselves from him? Why would God want that for his Creation? The phantom touch ghosts it’s way up his side until it’s cupping his cheek, a bitter cold thumb rubbing circles into the meat of his cheek to soothe him. The hand holds him through his sobs, another sliding around his chest to pull him back into a bitingly cold torso.
4. “In my image…” The words reverberate in his mind, coating every inch of his body and chasing the same from his bones. In Their image… Before he knows it, Kit is laying down in bed, clothes be damned as he allows the phantom claws to roam. They never go where he wants, though. They probably can’t, he realized as he struggles to find relief. None comes. Only aching want and desire beyond what Kit can handle.
5. Shame coils deep in his stomach, He’s let everyone down once again, letting himself succumb to the search for pleasure. He knows Isaac will try and say it’s okay, but his upbringing says otherwise and right now Father Milo’s voice is the loudest in his brain, telling him that he gave himself to yet another layer of Sin. Yet another barrier between his eternal soul and Heaven. The thoughts become muffles when Kit feels a cold breath on his next. The static around him grows louder, drowning out the sermon playing on loop in his mind, instead replacing it with blessed nothing. The breath grounds him, brings Kit back to himself. Back to his own confidence as he reminds himself that he can do what he pleases, that he is his own person, not the boy that the church molded.
6. He shakes the thought out of his head, unlocking his phone and quickly finding the group chat with Benny and Isaac. His voice is thick with sleep as he records a voice note, “Mornin’ y’all, I hope youse had a good night I just woke up from a bonkers dream and I’m making it y’all’s problem.” He send that note before starting a second recording. “First off, it’s homophobic that I woke up alone when I distinctly did not go to bed alone. Yes this plays into the dream gimme a second. Secondly…” Kit relays the events of his dream, only pausing to laugh when Benny sends an emoji of a small creature eating popcorn.
7. Kit giggles and kicks his feet as he eats while listening to Benny complain. This is nothing new, it seems like every place Benny transfers to she deals with the same issues; being ostracized for not being ‘perfect’, having to do group tasks by herself, not being able to gain the respect of the long standing orders of the area. It’s nothing new but it still aches to hear. Kit just doesn’t get it, who wouldn’t like Benny? She’s selfless, kind, strong, beautiful, and damn good at what she does. Yeah, he doesn’t get it. But he supposes he doesn’t have to get it, he just has to be here. That is something he can do, he can be an ear for her, a shoulder to vent her frustrations into. As soon as he’s done eating, he sets the bowl on the counter next to him. The clattering sound grabs Benny’s attention and she makes her way over to him to grab the bowl. Only, as soon as she’s close enough, Kit wraps her in his arms and pulls her into a hug. Benny pushes against him, grumbling about putting the dirty dish in the sink and he reluctantly lets her go to do so. She comes right back to him when she’s done, though, and Kit wraps her tight in a hug. His head rests atop hers, his nose buried into the soft curls there as he presses a kiss to her crown. Her hands fist into the think material of his tank for a moment before smoothing out the wrinkles she caused as father Isaac walks into the room. Kit opens his arms to accept the man into his embrace as well, which he briefly accepts before stepping back and greeting the two of them. Benny doesn’t leave his embrace, but turns around and leans back into him as her hands fall to his thighs. Kits arms drape over her shoulders and his chin rests on her head as Father Isaac speaks.
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