@evildexd
“ – My dad has money, I can – buy you anything y’want, Miss Tomie –!”
on some atrocious, horrid wavelength, he feels like a goddamn fool. he’d met this girl, what, days ago? passed her on a chance meeting, and something about her. something possessed him. he’s calling her Miss Tomie, for chrissake – the boy knows he’s not himself.
& yet, she’s beautiful, her voice a liquid addiction he’s never felt in his life before, save for that – goddamn book..
“I – Wouldn’t that be nice? A, a boy to buy you things, treat you well? This town can be awfully, awfully big, scary for a girl on her own.”
It’s an argument she’s heard before, time and time again- rich parents, an inheritance, a steady income coming to him when gets that job settled. She goes along with it for a while, lets herself be spoiled, and eventually meets a gruesome end that tears her into tiny little pieces. Still...the temptation of luxurious food and pearls is a siren’s song that she falls for every time, something genetic, she thinks. Whatever malignant force that wrought her into this world loved the finer things in life. Tomie considers it for a while, gives this boy another once-over, quirks a dark eyebrow.
“You sound awfully earnest, don’t you? Well-intentioned, even.” She speaks slowly, still weighing the words in her mind and mouth. A well-manicured finger rises to trace along his jaw, prominent and sure. “Do you want to take care of me? Protect me? Love me forever? Offer me the things that you think I can’t get from any other backwards peasant in this town?”
Tomie laughs softly, puts that finger on his lips and applies pressure, like she wants to force her way in.
“So sweet. Keep grovelling. Show me that you deserve me.”
