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peeks in.
♥. crying
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heat of the house beckon him in, clutching his exposed forearms and uncovered face, tempting him with promises of only comfort away from the dipping temperatures of late autumn. and it’s there after he shuts the door do the sounds of sobs echo through the halls. it’s familiar. a cadence he’s heard many times before but bearing a sad tune.
‘ violet ? ‘ he quickens his pace, dipping his head through vacant rooms in a pressing rush. this isn’t good - that doesn’t sound good. then he sees her at the edge of his bed with melancholy as her only companion. shadows sprout from her body, her frame comparatively smaller, and he’s drawn at her side by pulled strings connected through their chests.
‘ hey ! violet .. ‘ ache at the sight of her, how his heart saddens. ‘ what’s wrong ? ‘ her head’s turned away, dirty blonde tresses curtaining most of her face. a hand cups the bone of her elbow as the other brings him close like a safety blanket, provide comfort and solace as he’s draped over her back in a soft and warm embrace. ‘ what’s the matter, vi ? ‘
♝. reading together
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light sheathes them. a lamp sits on a nightstand beside his bed and it thrusts away the shadows of the room, the shadows that slowly creep with night on the way. a book splayed open sits on his lap, its pages barren of paragraphed words excluding inked illustrations and stanzas of poetry. jimmy sits, opposite to violet whose cushioned by jimmy’s pillows and carried by the bed’s wooden backrest. the silence that flows between them solidifies with seconds evolving to minutes evolving to hours, occasionally jimmy strips his focus from his book to glance at her, not realizing violet has done the same three times earlier.
she’s her own book at hand, slim fingers bookmarking its pages when a comment dove them both into a discussion.
he laughs, reeling back and straightening the curve of his slouched shoulders. ‘ i swear ! i’m not kiddin’ ! i swear, okay ? ma always used ta read this book t’ me ever since i was a kid and i always read it whenever she was too busy. i guess —- i guess it stuck. here, try me, ‘ leans forward, pushing his own book closer to her.
a moment of sewn composure and he speaks. his chin raises, eyes moving fixated on nothing in particular as though he’s reciting the book’s etched out words translated in the air.
‘ Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility –
ain’t the most happy poem, but that’s one of the ones i remember. ‘
♕. hand holding
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it’s winter at her hands , her fingertips are molded snow clasping around the warmth of him and salvaging it, absorbing it into her own heat-deprived existence. she offers a hold that’s soft and non-hesitant. she doesn’t mind about the oddity of his hands – the deformity of fused fingers. what a relief that swells his heart and has him looking down at twined hands, his own clasping without want to let go. like this moment will trickle away if he turns his head.
‘ still so cold, ‘ voice soft while bringing their hands atop his thigh closer to his knee. another covers up the back of her palm, grant warmth to all uncovered skin. ‘ you don’t know how good this is, vi. ( looks to her. ) i mean it, ‘ no fear, no discomfort draped behind fake eagerness. she’s genuine - REAL.
‘ if we stay this close forever, i won’t mind. do you ? ‘
tightens his hold without suffocation, as if she’s a fading reverie that’ll disappear if he doesn’t keep her close enough. wants her close now, wants her close always.
yikes - trust me. you don't want to meet them.
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euphoria smoothens over a stretched out smile. sun peeks over the horizon of his outlook, diminishing the shadows of pessimism. ‘ why not ? ‘ leans a little closer, shoulder brushing shoulder, locks of her hair ghosting over the cotton of his sleeve. ‘ did they do somethin’ ? ’m sure your folks ain’t that bad, vi. ‘
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violet ( @ithasme ): stay away from tate. jimmy: what is this word tate. i feel like you're starting to say a word but not finishing it. are you trying to say tater tots ? are you trying to keep me away from tater tots ?
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