[CT] 06.2 - Young Love
She won’t bite unless it brings you joy
I don’t know where all the time has gone
I don’t know where all the years have gone
I should leave
Put your clothes back on now
I should leave
You’re too young for me
Her fingers drag against the painted brick, a numbing sensation that comes quick before the spark of her crackles against the surface. She'd seen him before, somewhere stuck in the back of her mind even before the day she led her into the room by the hand and asked her what she could do.
"Show us Elle."
They asked so easily and she allowed it to pass through her and to him. If she could recall it, if her memory didn't have white cotton wound tight around the memory of him she'd have known him better.
Instead he's the eyes that watch her. The eyes that cast her way and make her feel like he sees her and she's wondering if he knows things that she can't even imagine. All the years he's been alive. All the times he's died and come back from it all. All the things inside of him. She knows he heals and part of her nearly aches to make a mark upon him. To leave him with something he can't simply will away with his ability.
A slight obsession, perhaps, or simply just the way he smirks at her all knowing something that she might not even care about. Still it's from him... it's something he knows and she feels the need to ask. She doesn't ask anything of him though, just to let her settle against him and feel skin that isn't afraid of her touch. To have a strong grip to against her that isn't meant to hold her down while they force another injection into her.
She's young, maybe too young for him even, but he's all she knows about how young is too young. The age difference so vast that she could sink into it and never resurface for air. A chance at life that could go way beyond what she was intended to live simply with a gift from him. Eternal youth never looked so promising as it did in a kiss from his mouth pressed against her neck.
She'd never be the same as him, never last forever... she could simply stay too young for him. Even still she held onto the smallest spark of herself that if he ever got beyond these four walls, if he was free from this place that her young love would always be enough for him.
I don’t know where all the time has gone
I don’t know where all the years have gone
I should leave
Put your clothes back on now
I should leave
You’re too young for me
Her fingers drag against the painted brick, a numbing sensation that comes quick before the spark of her crackles against the surface. She'd seen him before, somewhere stuck in the back of her mind even before the day she led her into the room by the hand and asked her what she could do.
"Show us Elle."
They asked so easily and she allowed it to pass through her and to him. If she could recall it, if her memory didn't have white cotton wound tight around the memory of him she'd have known him better.
Instead he's the eyes that watch her. The eyes that cast her way and make her feel like he sees her and she's wondering if he knows things that she can't even imagine. All the years he's been alive. All the times he's died and come back from it all. All the things inside of him. She knows he heals and part of her nearly aches to make a mark upon him. To leave him with something he can't simply will away with his ability.
A slight obsession, perhaps, or simply just the way he smirks at her all knowing something that she might not even care about. Still it's from him... it's something he knows and she feels the need to ask. She doesn't ask anything of him though, just to let her settle against him and feel skin that isn't afraid of her touch. To have a strong grip to against her that isn't meant to hold her down while they force another injection into her.
She's young, maybe too young for him even, but he's all she knows about how young is too young. The age difference so vast that she could sink into it and never resurface for air. A chance at life that could go way beyond what she was intended to live simply with a gift from him. Eternal youth never looked so promising as it did in a kiss from his mouth pressed against her neck.
She'd never be the same as him, never last forever... she could simply stay too young for him. Even still she held onto the smallest spark of herself that if he ever got beyond these four walls, if he was free from this place that her young love would always be enough for him.