SHE WAS ALL SOFT EDGES AND kind words and he was a disaster waiting to erupt. somehow he had found he could melt into her anyway, as if her warm nature seeped into the cracks he had inevitably suffered by his father’s hand ( his skin was still constellations of wounds and scars he could no longer remember the origin of, and still he smiled. he had to ) and let him feel as if he had the power to heal himself. it was a lie of course, but he held onto it as if he could fool himself into thinking it was not.
she was there — bright, uncomplicated, genuine, and he found stability in that. and still, her zealousness would put even stars to shame, and her energy amazed him: the only energy he was acquainted with was anger, and he had left that to die with kieran ( silly boy — don’t you know demons never die ? ).
with dot he was willing to pretend he could be unwaveringly good, too. theirs was an unlikely friendship, both from different worlds, but griffin wished to be part of hers more than his own. if he meant to change, he had to allow himself the help he needed. so he was there now, with her, followed her voluntarily — and only when he accepted the food from a particularly suspicious-looking food truck did he halt to question her. «and you’re sure this is edible ?» he eyed the greasy pastry with a furrowed brow.
closed ⤷ @boncfide.