⊰ * (  always the fool  )

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                <sub>he doesn’t understand why he still ALLOWS her to 
                get under his skin, it was ridiculous. she had this 
                power over him that he would n e v e r admit to 
                himself consciously, she was an impossible force, 
                one that he cannot get rid of no matter how hard
                he tries. maybe he doesn’t want to. 

                               his feet are up on the table, leaning back in his
                               chair as he stares at her.  his eyes make sure to
                               STARE at her, he needed some impact.

                  ❝    I know —I look impossibly attractive. 
                        Did you expect anything less?   ❞</sub>   

                      ‘twas funny how he had yet to recognize the glimmer
                 in her now viridian irises, features devoid of nuances to her
              former self except what lied in her gaze. beneath renewed flesh,
          the woman he loved for over a century, sacrificed his humanity
             for, lurked so close, so near, often curled in the very silk sheets
                      of his bed. perhaps his visceral disdain consumed his
                                              sight & dulled his intuition. 

                                                curves were cradled so tightly by the cloth adorning
                                         her frame, eyes fixed to roll skyward until she doubled back,
                                       bent forward & heaving, g a s p i n g. it was a performance
                                         worthy of an oscar, grasping the edge of the leather furniture,
                                            falling to her knees as if a great weight was crushing her. 

                           though the success of this role was a gamble,
                    hardly certain that he would spare enough care to aid her.