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[the touch startles him, his nerves still strung beneath that sicklyslack skin like piano wire; he jolts away from it harshly (nothing of that exhalerelease he will one day watch Heine do, when her small hands make contact)]
[the lighter has been crushed in his hand still open, and the scent of lighter fluid is stronger than the scent of confession or forgiveness (he has a hard time at the first, never seeks the second at all)]
[he jitters out, a bit manically (the stars already forgotten; wasn't that the way of it, for lost boys?)]
Don't, don't touch me.
[it's neither a plea nor a command, somewhere inbetween]
[the lighter has been crushed in his hand still open, and the scent of lighter fluid is stronger than the scent of confession or forgiveness (he has a hard time at the first, never seeks the second at all)]
[he jitters out, a bit manically (the stars already forgotten; wasn't that the way of it, for lost boys?)]
Don't, don't touch me.
[it's neither a plea nor a command, somewhere inbetween]
[ the hand retracts immediately. no flinch, just cessation, retreating to settle against a glass window.
she'd forgotten, almost, the value of personal space. perhaps because touch is her talk - it's always she who breaches, never hers that's invaded. everyone knows better. the issue fades to non-. (it slips her notice that even in peace she is protected - bad memories just as horrid as bad people).
a nod confirms that she understands, don't touch me a promise she'll keep until times are right.
gaze still implores. still questions. still begs talk to me where gentle fingers don't. ]
she'd forgotten, almost, the value of personal space. perhaps because touch is her talk - it's always she who breaches, never hers that's invaded. everyone knows better. the issue fades to non-. (it slips her notice that even in peace she is protected - bad memories just as horrid as bad people).
a nod confirms that she understands, don't touch me a promise she'll keep until times are right.
gaze still implores. still questions. still begs talk to me where gentle fingers don't. ]
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