Che - [ a click of his tongue, and the rise and fall of a shoulde in a shrug, a creak of cartilage in its socket.
rin speaks of pride and it should make heine rise in his hackles. should parry the jab, like a starved dig eager to action. except he speaks of pride and heine covets his lack of admittance. in silence like of a doberman's jaw, wet and unyielding. his pride sits in his throat, in his chest. I'm the thump thump thump of rotten heart because pride and guilt is the very thread which weaves the paperthin blue of his veins.
and that's fine. ] Accept help?
Or some daydream? [ he cannot accept. will not. because nothing about his nature would allow him otherwise. and the hound bays in echo, hungry and messy and crude and for a moment longer,heine does not remember where he starts and the collar ends.
perhaps he never will. ] Look. I told you what you needed to know. That's it. I'm not asking for help. [ so stop shoving it down my throat is implied.]
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rin speaks of pride and it should make heine rise in his hackles. should parry the jab, like a starved dig eager to action. except he speaks of pride and heine covets his lack of admittance. in silence like of a doberman's jaw, wet and unyielding. his pride sits in his throat, in his chest. I'm the thump thump thump of rotten heart because pride and guilt is the very thread which weaves the paperthin blue of his veins.
and that's fine. ] Accept help?
Or some daydream? [ he cannot accept. will not. because nothing about his nature would allow him otherwise. and the hound bays in echo, hungry and messy and crude and for a moment longer,heine does not remember where he starts and the collar ends.
perhaps he never will. ] Look. I told you what you needed to know. That's it. I'm not asking for help. [ so stop shoving it down my throat is implied.]