[heart in a forest]
Mar. 3rd, 2010 12:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
delinquentShe's so beautiful.
He can't stand it. Can't. Can't. Won't. Rather rip his own heart out before he goes around, fawning after her like the rest of the boys in the village are.
But she smells like spring, has soft green eyes, and bakes.
Jesus fucking christ, she bakes.
So he swallows his tongue, stands by the edge of the street, clean and pristine, while the rest of the boys fight and bite and scratch and claw for the last of her apricot biscuits.
He tastes cinnamon in his mouth, and thinks of the best flowers that would match her ginger hair.
He doesn't even know her name.
He can't stand it. Can't. Can't. Won't. Rather rip his own heart out before he goes around, fawning after her like the rest of the boys in the village are.
But she smells like spring, has soft green eyes, and bakes.
Jesus fucking christ, she bakes.
So he swallows his tongue, stands by the edge of the street, clean and pristine, while the rest of the boys fight and bite and scratch and claw for the last of her apricot biscuits.
He tastes cinnamon in his mouth, and thinks of the best flowers that would match her ginger hair.
He doesn't even know her name.
