HAPAP CHRISTWEED DAY
bEING TOO EMBARRASSED ABOUT A CERTAIN SHIP AND DELETING/DRAFTING EVERY ASK YOU GET ABOUT IT
Paiah went down the crowded street, standing nearly a half a head taller than the unsavory individuals around her. Muddy water seeped between her toes as she carried the pudgy fat child in her arms through the damp bit of downtown most people avoided unless they were poor or sailors.
“Nana, nana, nana, look!” the child said, pointing upwards at the sky. “The cloud looks like home!”
Paiah looked down at her child’s big bright eyes before gazing at the sky herself. The cloud looked like a big box to her, but she humored Tdjika’s imagination, “yeah I guess it does!”
“Everything is so wet,” Tdjika said, looking down at the puddles on the ground and sticking her tongue at them.
“Mmm, it’s because its been raining, and the old water breakers haven’t been fixed in decades so waves can get in here,” Paiah said as she turned down a corner and walked towards a street that smelled like booze and drowned spirits.
“Are we going to drown!?” Tdjika gasped.
“No, no, silly. The waves don’t come in that high,” Paiah chuckled, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. Paiah walked between an alleyway positioned between two ramshackle bars where drunk men bared their teeth outside and yelled insults at each other. Paiah went behind one of the bars where piles upon piles of large wooden crates stood near a back door with the smell of alcohol wafting from them. Paiah detached her child from her and put her on the boxes.
Tdjika clambered quickly up the boxes to the top one, with Paiah following her so the both sat a good bit above the ground. “Why’d we come here anyway?” Tdjika asked while leaning against her mother.
“I’m hungry, and I think you should learn about this too,” Paiah explained, looping an arm around Tdjika. She looked down at the back door, watching it open up for a drunken woman with an unappealing smell to stumble out, groaning about debts, and stumble away. The door opened up again, and an even worse smelling man came out to wobble down the other way. “All these people, Tdjika, everyone…? They’re prey.”
“Hm?” Tdjika looked up at Paiah in curiosity.
The door opened and rather pungent smell rolled into Paiah’s nose. “Ah, good enough I guess,” she sighed to herself. “Just stay here and watch,” she told Tdjika. Paiah then leapt from the boxes, crashing down into a confused drunken man who smelled sickly sweet. She grabbed his face and bashed the back of his head against the hard ground, stunning him. As his eyes became unfocused, Paiah brought her mouth to his… and inhaled.
It was but a brief explosion of stolen life flowing into her, curling through her lungs and spreading through her body. A taste of a heartbeat that was all too brief.
Paiah detached from the body, and turned her head to find Tdjika staring at her, “hm?” She stood back up, looking down at her child. “I thought I told you to stay on the box?”
Tdjika blinked up at her, before looking at the dying man. “Is he gonna die?”
“Yes,” Paiah answered, crouching down to Tdjika’s height. “That’s what happens when you do something like this to them, they die.”
“So you killed him?!” Her little face was full of horror and a flicker of fear.
“Yeah, I do that a lot,” Paiah said, feeling rather regretful as she began to realize her daughter will never be like her. “You don’t have to do it like that, Tdjika. You don’t need to hurt people.”
Tdjika was quiet, looking down at her feet before gazing back up at Paiah with watery eyes, “am I bad?” She asked.
“I’m a monster,” Tdjika spoke in a tiny voice.
Paiah stared at her daughter, then quickly wrapped her up in a tight hug, “nooo. No no no no no, not at all Tdjika. You’re not a monster. Monsters are things which can’t love. They’re empty. But you love someone, right?”
Tdjika nodded slowly.
“That’s right, you’re not a monster then,” Paiah said with a small smile, kissing the top of her daughter’s head and nuzzling her. “But Tdjika, listen to me. Never breathe in when you kiss someone, okay?”
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- my thoughts
- what makes me happy about them
- what makes me sad about them
- things done in art/fic that annoy me
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- my kinks
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