He’s tall and dark and handsome, and when he smiles, she can just make out the edges of his bottom canines, sharp. Black hair curls around the tips of his ears, ghosts along the curve of his jaw, and Mildred imagines running her hands through it, holding his head tight as he nips at her with those teeth, feral and unforgiving, and so, so, damnably good.
Her fingers twitch, dragging against the rough cover of the hymnal.
God, she wants to touch it. She wants to touch him.
Let’s play a game — a secret for a secret.
When Steven was nine, he snuck into his father’s room and jacked him off. Saw the spurt of cum drizzle across his fingers, felt the warmth of his seed dripping over his small hand. His fingers could barely wrap around his penis, and he’d wondered how it would ever fit inside anything.
When Martin was nine, he let Steven take him out to lunch for the first time. Felt the rough slide of Steven’s palm across his thigh under the table, the stench of alcohol on his breath as he leaned in close. Martin wondered if his father had smelt it too, before he went under, beneath all the antiseptic and disinfectant.
Ivan’s never been one for fairytales. Stories of mythic creatures and cosmic consequences veer too closely to the horrifying reality of what he’s seen firsthand on the Fold. He doesn’t need some out of touch parable to teach him about the difference between right and wrong — he’s only ever wanted to serve his country and win the war. Any distraction, any interference, is unacceptable.
That includes Fedyor.
- Part 1 of anatomy of a heart
01 Sep 2021
[From Merriam Webster]
heart \ˈhärt\ n.
1 : a hollow muscular organ that acts as a force pump maintaining the circulation of blood
4 : the emotional or moral nature
5 : one’s innermost character, feelings, or inclinations