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ɢʀᴀᴄᴇ ([personal profile] seconded) wrote in [community profile] alleyway 2012-09-07 05:39 pm (UTC)

[ His shadow casts itself across her face, the edges of the dark blurring and shifting on her skin. (Always, there is an evening out, and in this case, that evening out is the carving of a niche in the shape of his name in the middle of blood and muscle and bone. A forfeit, terribly rare and given up for free despite what it's cost her. Once that's done, the balance is struck. The candle is burned up. Love, with the whole heart, no half measures. The only question that's left is what happens after.

A doll can be owned but it does not think to own, in turn, and she knows she isn't much more than one of them. Pulled by strings she has no say over, molded this way and that despite her best efforts to resist the tide.)

He kisses her upon the cheek and the kneejerk impulse flashes once on her features. A smile, small but bright, the look in her eyes young for all of a single instant. (Do you remember what I was like when you first took me? Will you think of me that way when I'm gone, or will you remember me like this? Will you think of me at all?) The question that follows holds the same sort of childish sentiment, a sort of compensation (subconscious, on her part) for how quickly she'd lost that precociousness upon being taken as a well.
]

Do you want to come with me?

[ A yes with a few bells and whistles, a please. ]

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