#assorted; blossomophelia

[ofclaude]

can luna boop the nose too?

CLOUD.

          tangible. a sigh. she oughtn’t be.

would be easier then not to mess up & address her in public - though it were impossible from the start to un-witness surreality: paler than death & more serene, she could be nothing but cloud’s own mind.     something that frail couldn’t still live.

she boops his nose in one of those awkward attempts to convey affection-- almost boundless, it, sweetened & sickly as her pallor.

           “ ...hi. ”  to one’s own mind. ugh. would that what lets these palms know tenderness doesn’t exist in dreams alone, but. beggars, choosers. his cradle hers, near luminescent -- they’re a sight, must be, both haunted.  “ how... ”  has your day been?? what, gallivanting through     the lustrous fields of cloud’s imagination? ridiculous.

                                           but.

            maybe this is one of those with whole lives, stories they can tell. ‘t would be so nice to hear about another’s life for once - cloud sick of regurgitating his own.          fingers lay curled about hers... they rise to let knuckles brush the tip of her nose; as lightly as he can never manage to be elsewhere.  “ hope you’re doin’ okay. ”  so sincerely it splinters beyond ribs-- please be okay. the one person cloud cannot...

she isn’t real. & yet -- unlike this are things cloud has spoken of into folds of whitest lace: horrors & fractured wishes, the fumbling fawn of an ambition newborn. were it not for hours spent howling at n o t h i n g moulded into one stillborn girl, cloud would know less of these things despite suffering more their weight.

as awkwardly, as quietly sure of naught but kindness’ reach ( shackled within ), cloud trips a kiss onto her hand.

                      why not?tangible & equipped with a lovely voice. yet she cannot be harmed by ineptitude or failure, by being monstrous by another’s design. there is no guilt to feel for something so utterly separate from [ cloud’s fault ].

                she isn’t real.

     for this, she’s needed     more than breath.

@blossomophelia​ |