' gimme a piggy back ride '
satirical banter a common weapon of choice when armed with nothing else, transparently so and intricately locked. the recognition of mankind’s rapacity and forward devotion is perhaps the desolation of itself, but this outward destruction cannot be found here. no, it’s far too reserved and too soft to be anything remotely sinister, and they bathe in his comfort with latent resplendency. dotting every lash and every spring-glazed glint of halcyon, always borne back time and time again. contentment is warranted and invited with muted bliss, but a narrow brow lifts to convey contradiction where it otherwise would not be found.
a flick of his wrist along with a small smirk, to entertain or to pacify; to slaughter or to reconstruct. so many branches of possibility at his fingertips, and so many that can slip through the cracks without so much as a whisper to transpire. amber is ignited with a sparked grandeur, calls attention to itself to portray what his contortion lacks; it shouldn’t be regarded as a sort of disinterest, but rather a card up his sleeve he would play without so much as a blink. there’s no hesitation, devoid of exhaustion and remorse. ah, but it’s only playful, after all, isn’t it ?
❛ why should i ?