Stirring up a storm in your mind.

[saysweetprayers]

He is not solid, not a creature that is reliable and strong. he is more like water, more like shadows and the night sky. he is a creature of dark and quiet places, of words unsaid and caught in your throat.

He is so many things but concrete and stone is not one of them.

But the little girl interests him, she’s curious and so small, fragile with so many words caught in her throat. It’s delicious and interesting and wonderful.

He slips through he cracks, slides under her door and appears to her in the night whispers words into her mind and haunts her as she sleeps. He doesn’t care if it’s an invasion of privacy, such things are beneath him, but he does leave her notebooks as a thank you. He leaves her proper books as well, books of poetry and old stories, novels of adventure and of grief.

he leaves her all manner of words so she can fill herself up again, so he might find her antoher night and feed and haunt and revel in her.

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[strangletheheart]

She doesn't move away, she's too shocked. She's too busy thinking on what she's just said to realise what's happening.

Her skin feels like fire and she's shaking a little from it. She feels dizzy because of all the things to happen tonight, she didn't think this would be happening. From having next to no contact with others, it's gone to this.

That was her first kiss. At nineteen, she got her first kiss.

She's not sure what to do about that.

Raising a trembling hand to her lips, she's quiet for a long time. She tries to take in his words, but she's struggling.

"That..." she chokes on the words, "That.. was my.. my first kiss."

[saysweetprayers]

He tilts his head at her, arching a brow for a moment before nodding. "I'm sorry," he writes. "If i was being intrusive."

He didn't mean to shake her, not by any standard, he just knows that the contact is something she craves and he can give it to her.

But he won't say he won't do it again, not yet. If she actively tells him to, he won't but until then, he'll be quiet on the matter.

[strangletheheart]

She purses her lips, trying to stop herself from shaking. She's glad she's sat up in bed, if she was standing, she'd have fallen over by now.

It feels like a dream, how is this all happening? She had her first kiss.

Biting back another wave of dizziness, she shakes her head at the written words.

"No. It's just.." she swallows hard. "This is all... so new. I've dreamt about kissing someone, but I.. not me. I never thought... that it would happen."

She shakes her head again, "I've.. I've wanted things.. like this. I wouldn't get them.. I thought I wouldn't. They.. they said I was wrong, untouchable."

[saysweetprayers]

"No," he writes. "Not untouchable at all. I know what that looks like and its not you."

He moves., kissing her lightly on the cheek one more time. His hand moves to stroke her hair fingers lightly brushing her cheek and tracing her jaw.

He won't stop touchinng her until she tells him to. She doesn't have to wake hp from this if she doesn't want to and he is willing to stay for quite a while.

[strangletheheart]

Justine reads that and her eyes widen a little. She reaches forward and traces her fingertips over the words. Not untouchable at all.

Something breaks then. And the next thing she knows is a sob escapes her lips and there's tears streaming down her face.

Because it means so much. Because she's been told for so long she is untouchable. Because she's lived through her life with so little kindness. And now she's being given it, he's still touching her, he gives her kisses and touches and she craves it so much. But it's overwhelming, it's too much for her to deal with.

She leans forward, still crying and rests against him. She can't say thank-you, she can't say how she feels. She just cries into him because it's all she can do.

[saysweetprayers]

And even when she thinks she could say it,when the words are on the edge of her lips, she'll find that she can't get them out. But he's not doing it to be cruel, quite the opposite.

Although he's getting something out of it, he's trying to show her it's all right that she doesn't need to thank him.

Wrapping her up in his arms, he pulls her close, dropping kisses into her hair and humming softly.