Post by laika dogface on Sept 13, 2015 23:26:37 GMT
| BUT I LOVE IT  | I CAN'T FEEL MY FACE WHEN I'M WITH YOU Iggie– You stop, looking down at the bloodied mess that was once this man’s face. Nothing that wouldn’t heal, nothing he didn’t deserve. You lift yourself up, staggering as you stand, before turning back to Iggie. He’s watching, wide-eyed, you don’t know whether he’s scared or amazed, relived? Don’t worry Iggie, you want to say, I wouldn’t do this to you. I wouldn’t do this to you, Iggie, I love you. I do this for you, you know? You don’t say a word as you lean down in front of him, shaking your head. “Are you okay, dumbass?” you ask, one hand reaching up to hold his face, your thumb running across his cheek. He doesn’t answer, just nods. The bruises are already showing through his skin, a child’s fingerpaintings graced his face. A mix of red, yellow, blue; nothing very pretty, but something that was yours. |