'Moon Shapes'

Chapter 22; Part 2: (Dannity & Talek)

Wiping the loveliest lip gloss known to hit the market, I twisted back my torso to our gritty out-lined bodies, to find him not even revolted from my apparent weak stomach.

His eyes - god his eyes - in the moonlight, they calmed every inch of anxiety that claimed my nerves. Except for the taste that stuck at the back of my tongue; that was still an ongoing issue. But, for me to feel completely fine as I stayed in league with his stare was funny, considering two minutes ago I was unaware of how to act close to him at all - if ever with the 'stunning' sentiment.

"It doesn't matter..." He assured, relaxing the horrific resolve splashed on my face. "...All that matters right now, is that you're okay..." His warm hand cupping my jawline.

"...Are you okay?"

Preoccupied by how the dismantled body slathered on the ground didn't seem to upheave any, if at all, emotion from him.

I found that strangely comforting; yet, simultaneously alarming with how you know - a flesh and bone body in several torn segments were displayed along the grassy lawn; with not just a day ago, had been a lounging area for myself, since it had been decided such an exquisite day to enjoy some sun as I studied. Suddenly, the thought of this little bit of peaceful green had been transformed from traced tranquility to defaced morbidity – how appalling for me to think about at this time.

His words echoed again. This time wrapping hold of my concentration.

"Umm... yea..." feeling over my body for a quick check.

"...Besides you partially draped across of me, I'm good." A smile snuck onto my face.

By the forming smirk, he knew that it wasn't a problem at all.

"What about you... those bricks had to pound down on you?" I asked briskly rubbing the side of him that I could manage to reach, as well as whipping along a bit of his back.

He looked intrigued from my conduct.

"No, I'm quite alright..." He said with a gleaming grin.

"...Unless, you wanna continue downward with your hands, then we might have a problem." A snickering titter erupting from him.

My cheeks burned with natural flush; retracting all fingers in a quick drawback.

I was dismayed, and somewhat tempted all in the same thought.

I resisted hitting him, as he got up. What good would that do anyways? Just me with a possible sore hand, on top of more body aches surely to come in the morning.

Helping me to my feet, he began wiping brown and red bits of brick; along with gooey drenched human chunks from me.

I reciprocated unconsciously the same to him.