( No, and so he lingers close, stray cat and vagabond, a wisp of white for night chasms to howl at. He has startled her — bites down on his tongue, and what parts of him do not wilt will weather — if not from her preconceived notions of her person, than from the myriad reflections of herself she'd thought she'd peeled from mirrors, sooner than fairytales.
When he lingers, it's a fruitless concession, born of inertia. Hasty, the silhouette of his fingers barely casts shadow, under a flat, half-absent moon's light. He does not see the pregnant roundness of her, basking in the heavens. Does not see himself in waters so cored of vitality, they barely stir.
Emilia preceded him by the railing. The man she blessed with the longevity of his sad, cursed life does not turn to wave. )
Do not look long in waters dark. ( She may not love what gazes back — a face distorted, possessed, greyed. What can a cursed sea give her? A bleak, nameless thing crawls its way up his throat into meagre sound. ) They say river ghosts wait to drown their successors.
( He speaks beyond himself, to excess. Without cause or reason. )
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When he lingers, it's a fruitless concession, born of inertia. Hasty, the silhouette of his fingers barely casts shadow, under a flat, half-absent moon's light. He does not see the pregnant roundness of her, basking in the heavens. Does not see himself in waters so cored of vitality, they barely stir.
Emilia preceded him by the railing. The man she blessed with the longevity of his sad, cursed life does not turn to wave. )
Do not look long in waters dark. ( She may not love what gazes back — a face distorted, possessed, greyed. What can a cursed sea give her? A bleak, nameless thing crawls its way up his throat into meagre sound. ) They say river ghosts wait to drown their successors.
( He speaks beyond himself, to excess. Without cause or reason. )