[ Lauralae will struggle to believe it for some time, she knows that.
She had believed she might be worthy of love once, and it had been torn from her. Time and time again, the world reminds her that she is a monster, that her wishes and desires are sinful, deadly, dangerous, and it makes her gut twist with grief and anxiety as she has to force herself to breathe. She has to move through it, because Matthew is right; there are people who see beyond the worst of her.
Her heart wishes she could give them all the joys in the world. She wishes that all she was capable of was bringing them joy and happiness.
Lifting herself, Lauralae crawls onto his lap, lets her arms wrap around him, tilts up towards him. She unfolds like a flower, but perhaps she is more deadly and dangerous like a venus trap, opening herself up to him but ready to snap her teeth around any part of him that he might offer. Either way, she craves him, body warm as she seeks out the flush of him and the tenderness that he offers.
It is terrifying to think that she might love him, and she shoves the thought aside; she should not permit the idea to grow fruit. ]
I do not wish to be logical. Not right now.
[ She doesn't want to think on his sweet words. She wants to shove them aisde. ]
Let us play their game, Matthew. I wish to, with you.
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She had believed she might be worthy of love once, and it had been torn from her. Time and time again, the world reminds her that she is a monster, that her wishes and desires are sinful, deadly, dangerous, and it makes her gut twist with grief and anxiety as she has to force herself to breathe. She has to move through it, because Matthew is right; there are people who see beyond the worst of her.
Her heart wishes she could give them all the joys in the world. She wishes that all she was capable of was bringing them joy and happiness.
Lifting herself, Lauralae crawls onto his lap, lets her arms wrap around him, tilts up towards him. She unfolds like a flower, but perhaps she is more deadly and dangerous like a venus trap, opening herself up to him but ready to snap her teeth around any part of him that he might offer. Either way, she craves him, body warm as she seeks out the flush of him and the tenderness that he offers.
It is terrifying to think that she might love him, and she shoves the thought aside; she should not permit the idea to grow fruit. ]
I do not wish to be logical. Not right now.
[ She doesn't want to think on his sweet words. She wants to shove them aisde. ]
Let us play their game, Matthew. I wish to, with you.