╳ ┊❛ @sweetcxb.
surprised kissed features, appearance of child unexpected to she wolf && as is his speed. ( if smile creases cheeks, t’is in memory, nothing more. ) elbow straightens, singular hand held out ;; barrier of flesh && blood && bone structure should it go needed. forever prepared in moments such as these, experience forging absently created motion. ❛ slowly, little one. stone is a hard thing to land on should your balance go lost. ❜
( ❛ & @sweetcxb┊call. )
&& she’s nursing wound, knuckle lodged ‘tween chapped tiers as half moons go forged by press of teeth ( she’d read somewhere it’s supposed to help, applying pressure && sucking yet often does it slip from mind when knuckles gain dull ache after pressing ‘gainst bullys cheekbone &&, perhaps, she ought buy disinfectant for that contact as well. ) ;; gaze shifts, latches 'pon form of another && brow lifts as if in challenge ;; when vocables flow they are muffled, failing to remove knuckle from mouth.
❛ wha’ ?? ne'er see a girl with 'er hand in 'er moufh 'fore? ❜
███┊❛ & ; sweetcxb
with age comes SILENCE where before there had been none, youth ever
asserting itself with hums && tapping fingers, steps LOUD when gentility
went deemed unnecessary ( even then she would make sound as if to
herald approach to the world ‘til shushing whispers && looks of disapproval
finally settled beneath flesh of SILKEN FROST ) but here she is, mere
CHILD no longer but woman grown 'gainst odds set by own heart which, in
such painfully bloody innocence, did not know better.
&& so she walks without sound, without grasp of glance of those passed (
she knows better, knows she possesses attention for all know of SHE WOLF
still eternally red with blood of THOUSANDS 'pon cast iron palms ) &&
she expects to be ever so along with naught but unwelcome ghosts to
offer company 'til storm cloud irises latch 'pon form of youth && steps
quell for moment.
❝ Should you not be CLUTCHING your mothers skirts? ❞
