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Post by TATE OWENS on Mar 22, 2015 1:01:53 GMT
"ah." the sound of acknowledgement slips out, meek and short. he draws a blank on how to continue the conversation, falls silent and watches the candle's flame dance and flicker. his coffee grows cold. tate retreats a little, like a wave from shore, into deeper waters. |
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Post by JONAH STERLING on Mar 22, 2015 2:47:18 GMT
silence doesn’t settle, it stretches, it grows. consuming, hungry for sound. not easily overpowered when grown so large. tate shuts into himself rather than battle, too fearful. his glassy eyes give clear view into his struggle, his surrender. he chuckles. silence is no monster to him, it’s a companion he’s fond of. but for tate he will chase it away. “don’t be so nervous. i’d enjoy myself more if i knew you were too.” he leaned more into the fist his cheek rests. “how do you feel about ice skating? it’s perfect weather for it.” TATE OWENS |
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Post by TATE OWENS on Mar 22, 2015 23:13:51 GMT
guilt wells up steadily like rainwater. he doesn't mean to be a downer, to dampen the sunny days of those around him—this is why he distances himself, moves in circles in his own self-enclosed system, a fishbowl life. only jonah's cracked the glass, and tate's come to realize that it isn't unwelcome. "i am enjoying myself," he speaks earnestly, wraps his hands back around the lukewarm coffee cup for something to hold even though they're not numb anymore. "and... i'm not very good at ice skating," tate confesses, "but i'm willing to try." |
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Post by JONAH STERLING on Mar 23, 2015 1:54:44 GMT
tea swirls opaque amber against white. he spares it his attention sucks it down. it goes down lukewarm. clicking porcelain. he withdraws, forgets all about it. “i won’t let you fall.” wood creaks, the chair groans against the floor. “let’s go skating right now.” TATE OWENS |
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