SHE IS GOOD to think kindly of him, to accept whatever parts of himself he offered. a lung there, a badly bruised heart laid at her doorstep for the taking. those lungs GROW WEARY of the endless ANGER that spills and outpours, can she hear him SCREAMING ? sometimes he takes to the open fields to allow himself the COMFORT of ISOLATION, the manor is slowly becoming DECAYED , earth has come to claim a place where he CANNOT STAND. the thought of his mother , his father with BLOOD upon their hands as they GREEDILY thought of no one but themselves has led to bruce being ANYTHING but a wayne. body somewhat empty at times, eyes merely there as he’s PULLED in different directions. to love bruce is NOT an easy feat , though NELL has taken that task upon herself. has loved whatever is LEFT to love, the two of them heavy in grief as he struggles to find meaning. ‘ you’re sure ? ’ THROAT burns as he finds that voice has been lost. hair hangs in face as bandages cover what LITTLE skin that has not been PRONE to the purplish hue that covers body like IVY. clinging to cheek, JAW, and eye. he’s a LITTLE worse for the wear these days. ‘ how can you be so sure ? ’ ENVIES the way she bends to him, EASILY lets him in to take care of whatever he can manage. ‘ here i am with bruises up and down my body and you are willing to wait ’ voice soft as he then catches her by the waist, the CHAIR he sits in ornate in decoration. ‘ come here ’
her frame falls against his as she settles into chair and he goes to BREATHE her scent in. closing his eyes as he does so, sometimes needing nothing more than the REMINDER that she’s there, for now he feels WEIGHTED, tethered down to earth as NELL anchors his very being down, and allows him to be nothing more and nothing LESS.
‘ stay ’ / @herhaunt said: “ everyone has secrets, don’t they? i’m sure you’ll tell me yours when you’re ready. ”
