OPEN | prompt three | PAIN

[wrens]

prompt three | P A I N dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[dogmas]

[ Madchen reaches for him, looking to still those hands, fingers curling over his own — pale white fingers, nails blackened with grit. That's all life was, wasn't it? Living and breathing, hoping and dying — all for somebody else's benefit because you loved them too much and yourself not enough. ]

Y'know I'd never do wrong by you, baby. [ Which is to say: I'm sorry. Which is also to say: I have to believe this is right. ]

[tracked]

[ When Jonathan looks at Madchen, his fingers (rough and calloused) finally stilled, he looks at her as if seeing her for the first time, the light in his eyes akin to that of a man stranded in the desert who has just come across water. (That's all life is, living and breathing, hoping and dying, but he doesn't know what else it would be, and he wouldn't change a thing save perhaps get her out. She deserves something else – she deserves what they could have had before the Fallout, not the waste that surrounds them.) ]

I know, [ he tells her, and there isn't an ounce of doubt in his voice. ]

An' you know the same goes for me.