@moldedgifts ( ⠀ it takes her as she is. ⠀ for what she is ⠀ ——— no different from itself. ⠀ a ploy or not, ⠀ that need ⠀ * for comfort felt real. ⠀ enough so to satisfy his own need ⠀ * to comfort. ⠀ withdrawing hands. ⠀ ) ⠀ it’s small. ⠀ cozy. ⠀ … i have a garden.
@moldedgifts ( ⠀ he tends to her hair when silence hangs, ⠀ working it behind her ears, ⠀ palms transitioning easily to cradle her face. ⠀ small ⠀ ——— a picture of manufactured innocence, ⠀ yet he has nothing to do with himself besides fall for it. ⠀ ) ⠀ … i have a cabin.
@UNTOMBS ( ⠀ hand wiped down it’s face, ⠀ doing nothing beneficial; ⠀ molded ichor down half it’s face. ⠀ lungs deflated. ⠀ no clear wound, ⠀ though it’s layered in fabrics. ⠀ ) ⠀ it’s not a big deal. ⠀ it’s an endless loop ⠀——— i get ⠀ … bored. ⠀ i’ll heal.
⠀ before the door, ⠀ it tries, ⠀ “ … don’t need to sneak ‘round. ⠀ not armed. “ ⠀ voice cautious, ⠀ but raised ⠀ ——— no harm, ⠀ if there was no one there to respond. ⠀ the wilderness wouldn’t judge his paranoia. ⠀ (…) ⠀ @olduniform.
if he were not so keen to mind his surroundings, ⠀ he might have missed it. ⠀ and he misses the following; ⠀ if there were any. ⠀ perhaps the stalking had ended there, ⠀ or perhaps they cared more for the secret of it all. ⠀ either way, ⠀ stood ⠀ (…)
⠀ every few weeks, ⠀ if at all. ⠀ never before, ⠀ however, ⠀ had he sent a stand———in. ⠀ a replacement, ⠀ with no warning. ⠀ * never anything like the weight now crunching dry leaves outside the door, ⠀ just up the hill. ⠀ it’s a ginger step. ⠀ (…)
living alone, ⠀ at peace amongst the trees and against the stream, ⠀ it’s not often ethan finds himself entertaining guests. ⠀ especially not the unfamiliar kind. ⠀ chris, ⠀ notably, ⠀ checks in when he intends to kill time ⠀ ——— but that was once ⠀ (…)