SHY SUSIE, DON’T YOU HIDE YOUR FACE; shy susie, why don’t you tempt fate ? speech mean nothing when acting has always been the key; the universal language has always been the movement of a body, the canvas to the strokes of understandment between human lives. a drawing, a photo — there’s a reason they say a picture says more than a hundred words.
they are wanting children, these four, but none more than susie who yearns deep into her core. it’s sad, danny has decided, and oh so funny. they want to be so much yet fall so short, like the sparrow that wants to be a hawk. he can’t find it in him to pity them, her— he can’t find it in himself to pity anything at all, really.
he spins knife in hand, the flat side of the blade ending against the hollow of his palm. spins it again, this time gripping the handle and tapping the curved edge against the leather of his signature costume; the legion’s shared walkman rests beside him, headphones pushed under cowl, and susie sits patient, waiting silently for him to judge the fast beats and thrilling shrieks.
“ not bad, ” he comments long after the song ends, but there’s something lacking — the sweetest music is the one that appears when a victim shrieks, wailing for help, hoping for that which won't arrive, “ could use some nirvana, if you ask me. which you are, aren’t you ? ”
@gaiagifted / starter call, for susie.