fairy tale 100;
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bluntforces048. Sunlight carried into the windowless house
They keep him around because he’s got such a fresh young face. His eyes have the genuine spark of a truly innocent man, his lips the slow easy tug of someone who’s never been hurt, his voice the sharp clarity of someone who means everything he says with his whole heart.
They’re so careful with him because of it. Only ever tell him just enough. Throw smiles of their own at him just to see his face break into that dazzling brightness that keeps them free men.
He doesn’t know. Wouldn’t care. Feels arms around his shoulders and keeps smiling.
053. Hospitality
Once he gives up on love, women and men are suddenly like an unlocked gate. He gives just the slightest push and they open up into rich, inviting gardens of human life.
He already knows how to listen, how to let everything and everyone else in the world fade away. He already knows how to give himself over with pure devotion in his eyes and adoration in his heart. Iron wills fall. Clothes fall. He’s invited into homes, into beds, into sloppy breathlessness on futons, into skin connecting to skin.
Being let into so many lives should feel less lonely.
035. Wise through experience
Evan McCartney has seen the world.
His heart has pounded jumping through windows, out of cars. Under interrogation lights and under fire. Against his chest and out of wounds.
The world has shown him ugliness in its cities, its peoples. In the struggles between men who should be brothers. In his own companions. In himself.
Another man might be crushed. Might give in to cynicism. Evan McCartney doesn’t. He comes home. Presses his face into his sister’s hair, listens to the music of her laughter.
Knows that this is what’s most important in the world—makes the world truly beautiful.
012. The youth transformed {H/V}
He isn’t ready to be a father. He’s far too young, far too broke, far too caught up in the unsettled life he’s been living. Quite frankly, she isn’t ready to be a mother either. They’re the sort of pair that makes the world a little nervous while they gawk quietly at ultrasounds.
The ring on his finger makes him fidget. The go-bag by the door makes his heart flutter.
The first time he holds his daughter in his arms, something shifts. Cracks. Reforms. And as he presses his lips to the child’s forehead, Evan McCartney simply is a father.
026. Her only trick
Everyone says she’s no good for him. He’s such a clean-cut, stand-up guy, the kind you bring home to Mom, the kind that’s supposed to find a sparkling-eyed, sweetheart of a girl and curl up in a cozy marriage.
She’ll never marry him. She’ll always hush his questions about the future with a tug at his belt and nip to his lower lip. She’ll break his heart every time she refuses to stay the night.
She’s no good for him, but he loves her with his entire body and soul. Maybe she’ll throw him away someday. He almost doesn’t care.
They keep him around because he’s got such a fresh young face. His eyes have the genuine spark of a truly innocent man, his lips the slow easy tug of someone who’s never been hurt, his voice the sharp clarity of someone who means everything he says with his whole heart.
They’re so careful with him because of it. Only ever tell him just enough. Throw smiles of their own at him just to see his face break into that dazzling brightness that keeps them free men.
He doesn’t know. Wouldn’t care. Feels arms around his shoulders and keeps smiling.
053. Hospitality
Once he gives up on love, women and men are suddenly like an unlocked gate. He gives just the slightest push and they open up into rich, inviting gardens of human life.
He already knows how to listen, how to let everything and everyone else in the world fade away. He already knows how to give himself over with pure devotion in his eyes and adoration in his heart. Iron wills fall. Clothes fall. He’s invited into homes, into beds, into sloppy breathlessness on futons, into skin connecting to skin.
Being let into so many lives should feel less lonely.
035. Wise through experience
Evan McCartney has seen the world.
His heart has pounded jumping through windows, out of cars. Under interrogation lights and under fire. Against his chest and out of wounds.
The world has shown him ugliness in its cities, its peoples. In the struggles between men who should be brothers. In his own companions. In himself.
Another man might be crushed. Might give in to cynicism. Evan McCartney doesn’t. He comes home. Presses his face into his sister’s hair, listens to the music of her laughter.
Knows that this is what’s most important in the world—makes the world truly beautiful.
012. The youth transformed {H/V}
He isn’t ready to be a father. He’s far too young, far too broke, far too caught up in the unsettled life he’s been living. Quite frankly, she isn’t ready to be a mother either. They’re the sort of pair that makes the world a little nervous while they gawk quietly at ultrasounds.
The ring on his finger makes him fidget. The go-bag by the door makes his heart flutter.
The first time he holds his daughter in his arms, something shifts. Cracks. Reforms. And as he presses his lips to the child’s forehead, Evan McCartney simply is a father.
026. Her only trick
Everyone says she’s no good for him. He’s such a clean-cut, stand-up guy, the kind you bring home to Mom, the kind that’s supposed to find a sparkling-eyed, sweetheart of a girl and curl up in a cozy marriage.
She’ll never marry him. She’ll always hush his questions about the future with a tug at his belt and nip to his lower lip. She’ll break his heart every time she refuses to stay the night.
She’s no good for him, but he loves her with his entire body and soul. Maybe she’ll throw him away someday. He almost doesn’t care.
