❝ there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. ❞
heavy shoulders roll once, then twice, joints straining in the sway of movement : he sits absent with a crooked spine, elbows settling on the expanse of thighs as words soak into the outer layer of his person. the sentiment isn’t lost on him – a true child of obscure creation, broken and remolded in tedious fashion to fit some kind of new wave of species. the poster child for some kind of superiority ; authority figures in his life for decades before his departure had reminded him with sharp teeth and sharp claws that free thinking was reserved for the continuation of knowledge, but in that search, one had to know when to draw lines. some questions, he had been taught, were not for asking. but that willful ignorance had left them all rats in a cage, a glorified social experiment that humanity would fail time and time again.
a shallow exhale, fingertips twitch and glossy stare returns to earth : the formalities of it all aren’t lost on him, he recognizes the intention with stagnant heartbeat. the upward crook of smile, arm bends at the elbow as fingertips tap along the underside of broad jaw. lashes canopy over dark stare, he’s peering up at her with a boldness that has long stained his bones and teeth and tissue. confidence was obscure, it wavered in the wake of uncertainty // it was better to recognize your power and let it lie than swell your ego. something he’d undoubtedly learned the ( very ) hard way. chapped lips part, brow perking as lines settle deep into forehead.
❛ – are you sure about that?? ❜
RANDOM STARTERS. @lichorice
