dollish hand reaches out to find the dark of his hair. fingers run through his locks, gently scratching at the scalp in a display of affection. it's not dissimilar to the way one pets a foreign cat : the same uncertain sweetness. he's just so ... cute, really. perhaps an odd choice of words, or an odd thing to find cute, but he is!
MANIFESTATION OF DESPERATION ; there’s a gap in his distorted mind where memories of affections should lay . another’s touch was something foreign , something new , like flowers blooming in a graveyard . there’s a pang ! in his bearing , he flinches when cask - bound eyes , hollow gaze , catch sight of her hand . hesitation treks up each rib , the cheap mask painting over the radiation of shaking trepidation he gave off , attempt initially made to pull away . for after all , he’s been alone and by himself for so long , he feels like his being has began to decompose ; a study of taphonomy .
TIM had friends , not many , though they were enough ; HE had nobody but his own mind’s static - buried paranoia and the ever - present eyes haunting his every aspect .
❛ . . . ❜ heavy silence hangs in the air and the urge to impel her aside is drowned out : his being is flooded in doubt ( the genesis flood narrative ! ) her touch is synonymous with ease , in her he finds an odd sense of peace . all movements are stilled , he’s still unsure despite the cold of the initial agitation melting but in the hush of the room , all he can do is focus on her .
HE NEVER MEANT TO LEAN IN , didn’t intend on letting her carry on , but at some point , he finds himself doing so anyways . if she held violent intentions , she’d have acted upon them already . and so low hums are ripped from his throat , distorted by the plastic . this won’t last , he knows and dreads returning to the cold tomb that is his life , but he relishes in the moments warmth none the less .
↳ @impuritae .