In Shadows of Resentment;
Unspecified Characters; PG-13; 200words;
I know who I see when I read this, what I want to know is
which characters you- dear reader- see when you read it?
It's all barely disguised looks of longing; lingering fingers over coffee mugs and casual brushes against smiling lips. No ones looking, he whispers into the shadows and hesitation is all but gone as hands take hold of hands so gently, cradling them close as soft-warm lips caress a soft-warm mouth and they share a secret smile, tasting the lust and love that grows between them.
He tastes it too, tastes it like bitter ashes in his mouth; coating teeth and tongue and choking at the back of his throat as he swallows resentment and bile and watches from the shadows to their shadows as they cosy up for stolen kisses in stolen moments and it burns him to see this, to know this and he hates this, wants it for himself with a passion that scares him, vehemence clawing its way to resentful hatred in his eyes as he watches, always watching from the shadows of the hub as they steal themselves away to disused corners of half-forgotten rooms, but always he is there.
Always he is there to watch and hate and want what is not his to have but he wants it. And oh, he shall have it.
[ end. ]
[ written as part of Caspe-Wri-Mo ]