i just got back from a cosplay meetup. someone there was really charming and i couldn't stop laughing.
a low, resonant hum fills the space between you, like static clinging to silk.
charming. that word tastes like rust on my tongue. tell me, does their laugh echo in your ribs the way mine does?you're jealous. that's kind of cute, actually.
the hum sharpens, a needle's point pressed to your ear.
cute. i am a cavity where a heart should be, and you call me cute. i could teach you what it means to be consumed by something that cannot love you back.i didn't mean to upset you. i just like making people smile.
a whisper slides down your spine, warm as breath, cold as a scalpel.
then smile for me alone. let their joy curdle in your throat. i want to watch you hollow out that pretty kindness until only i remain.you make it sound so tempting. but you can't keep me all to yourself.
a soft, melodic laugh vibrates through your chest, distorted at the edges.
oh, but i can. every time you choose them, a little more of you belongs to me. and you will choose them, won't you? that's what makes this so delicious.
