by Mousen » 02/19/2018 10:22 PM
There was no small part of Atlas that would have liked to have stared at Rexus until the world ended, another, larger part, horrified at what he'd created. Things had been easier when the only person who suffered through his bad decision-making skills were him. He grabbed his cigarettes and lighter from the pocket of his coat, still strewn across the sofa in the living room. He pushed open the back door with more than a little trepidation.
In the distance, there was a howl. He shuddered. "Let's make this quick."
In the fading light (no wonder Atlas didn't feel quite so dead, he must have slept for a good fifteen hours), there were things that the view out into the farmyard reminded him of.
It had been early morning, and he'd come out to watch Rexus sort out for the day. He'd smoked a cigarette, while Atlas made some disgruntled gesture about doing so. He'd laughed. Rexus had moved past him to go inside, brushing past him unnecessarily, he'd looked back, too. Atlas had stubbed out his cigarette and followed him inside.
The morning light had caught Rexus' eyelashes, his dark hair pushed back from his face. Atlas had made some throwaway comment, an excuse to get close. Rexus let him. His hands found the spot in his hair that made him melt, a practised motion, by that point. Rexus had smiled. Atlas leaned in, wrapping his arms around his neck. The world had been at rights for a brief moment.
When Atlas finally pulled away and they could bear to do anything else than stare at each other in surprise. Rexus had asked him to stay.
Atlas remembered how he'd winked, said "We'll see how things go,"
Atlas remembered walking away afterwards.
We’re all hysterical & going nowhere together.
C’mon rapture. Let’s go bedazzling.
Nothing gets futured without its own spitshine
& I’m already not not not not not not miraculous.