thepatchedfool
My beloved is a terrifying thing. The smooth metal, which always feels cool to the touch. The square, rough corners, which contrast nicely. The weight in my hand.
The corner of the street I used to live on was always slightly darker than the area around it.
Most people would cross the street to avoid it, or break into a run to get past as soon as possible.
Not me. I liked the darkness. I knew why it was there.