#harvehlle

[bluemocn]

closed starter for: @harvehlle

❛       oh  — that .     don’t worry ,    he was being     inappropriate …      so i knocked him out with that shovel and left him outside .     ❜      she's     feverishly       taking notes  ,           moon - eyes glazed with   amazement .        how wonderful     she is   —     like a    force of nature .           ❛     wow ...      you’re like  —–    amazing …      can you   teach me    how to do that ?       ❜

[jackrippner]

9o﹕ sender helps receiver patch up a wound . !!! hi, from MISS HARVELLE !!!!

how long had it been since pain had infiltrated that body?       the ghost of mortality is all that remains ,    walzting across this haunted palace of memories .     pull his limbs   &    he comes apart like a ball-jointed doll ,   cold   &   unflinching  .     physical afflictions are a thought ,   affectations of the mind that have no longer any use   -----    you think ,     therefore you are  .    it is no match for that hungry mouth  ,    to the tar-pit black abyss in his stomach ;        he does not bend  ,    he cannot bend .     what’s left of dominik is not enough .  that leecherous heart would never allow for pain creep into its den ,        and if it    frets ,      if it agonizes  ,     if it beats :     it is for something other than himself .        he doesn’t flinch while she prods at gaping wound that begs to be mended ,      but rather inspects with childlike curiosity the sleek red that covers her fingers .      “   ---  thank you.   "      how smoothly his hand settles over hers  ,     a snake crawling through the grass  ---   hovering just above the skin ,    letting the warmth seep into his pores . 

[jackrippner]

@harvehlle​​ asked :     ❛ why can’t you just tell me the truth ? ❜. ( from jo h. )

“    because ...  ”    tongue pressed to ivory teeth ,     he finds himself dragging an explanation  ,   denying ,   just a little longer ,       to quench  -  at least momentarily - that insatiable curiosity of hers  .   sometimes he wonders just when had this body ceased to recoil away from human touch like a lost bullet  .        when had it shaped itself into this sharp  ,     unkind thing .     when had it learned to shed its skin ,    again and again ,     to mold itself as whim .     

“   i actually like hanging out with you ...       grouchiness  &   all .    ”       tender admissions unwrap kindly from his tongue ,     coated in the sheer veneer of unspoken fragility .         “    if i tell you then ...    you’ll stop coming around .    ”