Boiledmoonmilk

It's easy to think "nobody in the whole wide world cares about me" on an empty stomach but try doing it while eating Vegetables and Rice. Seems less convincing now doesn't it? That's simply the power of Vegetables and Rice..

The last time Jeffery Woods saw his family was his eighteenth birthday. He left behind an uneaten store bought chocolate cake with his name spelt wrong and a barely started save of Majora’s Mask. His sister dragged him out of the fire she started and took extra care not to move his face more than she needed to. She didn’t want the blood to drown him. He woke up alone in the middle of the woods with fresh burns and a tea towel shoved into his mouth, soaked in the blood from before the scabs started forming.

Plus not dark version ;-3

New edit who cheered

Esoteric doomed interpersonal relationships and so on core :-P

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Ever since he was little, Jeff’s always looked a little feminine and a little scared all the time. He liked to tell Julie he was so pretty because something in his genes knew Liu wanted someone else to practice makeup on. Liu liked to tell him he was pretty because she was a good big sister and didn’t hoard all the estrogen while in the womb so Jeff could have it. Jeff thought it was fun to make jokes about why he looked so feminine and why he had such a pretty face. The jokes were never very serious though, because he actually quite liked his face. He liked how full his lips were and how high his cheekbones sat. Liu had both those traits as well. He’d never think poorly about looking like his sister. Jeff’s big wide eyed stare is a big part of why he looks so scared all the time. He knows that. And he knows the way his lips stay parted because the scar tissue pulls at the edges certainly doesn’t make him look less frightened. When they first started talking, Julie got on Jeff about looking so scared all the time. She told him his eyes would dry out if he kept looking around like a wounded prey animal. Jeff didn’t really know how to stop looking like that. His big brown eyes were always fully opened without him even trying. Julie would softly trace his eye socket and cheekbones with the pad of her thumb and tell him he might as well cut his eyelids off because they don’t help him much anyways. He liked it when Julie called him a prey animal, but he didn’t like to think about why he did.

Okay guys Julie my goatress will be introduced soon and also I hit Liu with my transgenderfication beam she’s transfem I’m in love with her

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As the two got closer, it became a common occurrence that Julie would braid Jeff’s hair after he showered. She would sit silently on the bed in the motel room that he hadn’t paid for in half a year. Waiting for him. Staring at the assortment of knives he kept on the kitchenette countertop. Feeling the imprint of his body carved into the left side of the bed. Tasting the orange vanilla candle in the air. Jeff had told her he just liked the smell, but Julie figured he was just trying to cover the scent of rust that hit the back oh her throat when she yawned too hard; Her open mouth inviting a trace of metal to hit her uvula. Maybe, she thought, it was time to finally replace the pipes.

Jeff preferred to shower in the hottest water available for the longest he could stand it. His mother had gotten him used to the feeling of heat widening his blood vessels. She’d mutter on about how feeling dizzy was a good thing because that meant the heat was burning all the bad thoughts out of his head. About how pain is the only way to tell you’re getting clean. About how he should never say he feels faint because he’s not some girl that needs a chaise lounge to collapse on. But Jeff very often felt faint after a boiling shower. Dizzy wasn’t the right word. He didn’t feel dizzy when he sat on the bed in front of Julie and felt her nails graze his bare back as she wove his wet hair. He didn’t feel dizzy when Julie finished the braid but kept her cold hands on the small of his back and leaned in so that Jeff could feel her breath on the nape of his neck. He didn’t feel dizzy when he caught a whimper in his throat after feeling Julie’s hands move to his stomach and slide two fingers across the indent between his stomach and hip bone. Jeff didn’t feel dizzy. He felt faint.

Faint in the same way a Victorian woman feels when learning of the death of her lover. Faint enough for his knees to give up on him if he weren’t already sitting down. The feeling subsided after Julie would slide off of his bed to attend to something in the building. Most times, she’d leave to go check in a person hoping to get a discreet room with air conditioning and blackout curtains. She’d leave Jeff alone for hours so she could clean a room or take towels to the second floor or do whatever else managing a motel requires that Jeff doesn’t know anything about. By the time Julie finished her rounds and came back to Jeff’s room, his hair was usually dry and the room would be back to the frigid temperature he preferred. Julie would knock and let herself in with the master key so Jeff wouldn’t have to get up if he were busy. Wherever Jeff had positioned himself for the evening, Julie would sit close by.

The only times he really felt dizzy was when he had taken up laying on the bed and reading as a way to pass the time waiting for Julie to come back. He knew he felt dizzy, not faint, when Julie would come and sit by his side with a hairbrush and have him sit up a little bit more so she could brush his hair out. Jeff recognised the weakness in his limbs and the way his head swayed on his neck as he looked up at Julie. He recognised the dizzying way looking anywhere but Julie’s eyes seemed to make the room melt and twist. Her knee pressed against his side and he felt his skin burn the same way it did when his house burnt down. Unsteadiness hit in waves every time he glanced down and watched for a second as her fingers separated his hair. Her long nails made a path between the grooves separating each section and she widened the gaps, extending her fingers through the holes until the structure of the plait fell apart. Each time the pad of her finger grazed his shoulder after undoing a knot, he’d shake harder and harder. Jeff found it harder to keep his head up as Julie went on. His breath caught in his throat and he couldn’t bring himself to blink or look away. In the reflection of Julie’s glasses he could see himself sweat. He didn’t feel faint. He felt dizzy. He felt sick. He felt good.

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