[ oh. well. if he can touch them, then touching him is fair game, they decide. they don’t reach for his hands - he needs those. they reach for his shoulders, pushing him deeper into the room. whatever his reaction, they keep pushing.
back. and back. until they have him cornered.
until he can’t run from them. ]
You… [ they repeat it again, like a sigh. like relief, that they have him here in front of them. this close. and he touched them first. he did. ] You… are so annoying. Yes, I think that’s… a little of what I feel.
[ it’s a start. they’re still trying to figure out the list that makes up their feelings for him. ]
I think… perhaps… you mistake my intentions for pity. Sometimes. [ they push him into the wall, firm - not aggressive. or they try. ] But what’s there to pity when you’re so beautiful and your feelings are so raw?
[ he wants words from them, so they’ll let it spill. trickles at first, then more and more all over his floor. he’ll have to step on the words they leave behind if he wants to escape - and they hope the awkward angles of thoughts scattered poke him into thinking of them. ]
And I am - angry - that you like him. [ they don’t have to elaborate. ] But you don’t like me. All of this and I cannot ignore you. All of this and I still come here to reach for you.
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Date: 2025-01-23 07:19 am (UTC)back. and back. until they have him cornered.
until he can’t run from them. ]
You… [ they repeat it again, like a sigh. like relief, that they have him here in front of them. this close. and he touched them first. he did. ] You… are so annoying. Yes, I think that’s… a little of what I feel.
[ it’s a start. they’re still trying to figure out the list that makes up their feelings for him. ]
I think… perhaps… you mistake my intentions for pity. Sometimes. [ they push him into the wall, firm - not aggressive. or they try. ] But what’s there to pity when you’re so beautiful and your feelings are so raw?
[ he wants words from them, so they’ll let it spill. trickles at first, then more and more all over his floor. he’ll have to step on the words they leave behind if he wants to escape - and they hope the awkward angles of thoughts scattered poke him into thinking of them. ]
And I am - angry - that you like him. [ they don’t have to elaborate. ] But you don’t like me. All of this and I cannot ignore you. All of this and I still come here to reach for you.
That’s why.