May 8
for @drarrymicrofic prompt charm | 50 words
threadbare. torrents thrashed through time, of nothing more than this: a look across a shop, concern piqued, trodden beneath distaste from wounds unscraped on ragged memories that kick. tattered scraggly outlines on thin parchment, rewritten and re-scrolled until the quill breaks through. cracked. wisps of love kiss, bite. re-knit, sow.
#this might be nothing. i might just be high. (im not#spent. yes)#maybe something to someone somewhere. maybe me? here? in three days time?#happy may frolicking#isn't this how charm works? that magical curious poke#i suspect for drarry it works a little like the way any bias turns to love. boulders thrashed and broken down by nature's touch. familiarit#sewing sowing#love might emerge#grow#hatred ferments#composts#but the bias; it's just connection. remains#and next thing you know#there's words for this in other languages that aren't english. as if it were obvious. English leads us on an expedition to trace it. such a#chase#just to follow love's mysterious trail