people are the most beautiful art though (Daphne)

It was a bit hard for him to continue to concentrate when she spoke but he was focusing none the less as he undid his jump rope and let out a sigh. First times were scary and he had never been without his rope since coming through to this time. "It's like the tacos Daphne sometimes it's loud, full of passion and heartache and other times it's soft so much that you can fall into it. I tried for years to push through, time and time again to just accept it and then I found it was better to just let it play and not speak a word. People perceive you as crazy when you do and that was the last thing I wanted but sitting on it, not talking about it turned to control and anger. So I started finding ways to deal with that."

"Every ounce of who I am and what I want to be tied up in rope Daphne because rope is strong, bendable, colorful all in all it's own art so you see you, what you do, draws me to you. Hard to know when to go on a feeling and when to stop when you start to crave it, when you taste it and you just want it to linger so like the tacos you enjoy it while you can. You hold on to the joys and the craziness seems so much less but you also realize when you think about it you don't deserve it so you are bound to watch it and enjoy it but you never get too caught up in it because eventually you learn to understand that the rope is going to break and that you will fall and falling hurts."

His emotions were about to be all over the place and he hated that but you had to fall. "However no matter how much you fall you keep yourself together because you learn that the magic is armor and that as long as you have armor you can fall and fall and heal." He could feel his tears coming down his face but he did not focus on that he simply kept his focus on his jump rope strings by now honestly. He kept the bindings delicate and loose so she would not hurt as they sat still under the light. "Then one day, you find that you're healing is a road and that your road is painted and curved by not yourself but someone else. You find that maybe you build the castle because it helps, you sit in the basement because it is the only place that you don't feel like you need such armor and you find that at the end of the day you can let go little by little and that is new to you but even just a little difference is enough hope so you take the only thing that has seen you at your lowest down to the basement and you sit not because you want to keep them from the world, no Daphne not at all but because you know that they remember you at the end of the day."

His growth was astounding in some ways and just as painful in others as he moved himself up under her tied hands and put his head on her chest. His tears fell right over her heart but he could not help it, sometimes the magic had a mind of it's own. "The rope will fall off whenever you want it too, I guess that's the good part of magic even in despair it knows what we are feeling."

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon

"I prefer to keep them bottled in," he said but they were out in a way now and nothing he could do about that. He was comfortable though which he thought was good overall. "I was just trying to ease up the pain was all," he said but he did not move. "I'm not against being shocked at all."

This kid. "If you don't want to be shocked I can respect that and yes cameras are good." As far as he knew he did not have any sleep walking issues so cameras might be a good thing but he did not know. "You know I can feel the small pitter of excitement that you keep hiding when I speak about things. Daphne you don't have to hide it from me as a matter of fact I am the last person that you should keep it from but then again I can respect privacy, something that everyone deserves. Telling you though from experience, nothing is going to feel more comforting for you than flutter of butterfly wings." Where that was up to her to be honest.

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon

He turned his head trying to make sure that he understood what she was saying. "Okay so you are changing too, that is not bad." If she was accepting of it then he would be accepting of it safe though, well he was still working on that but he could easily see where she was coming from. "I do feel safer here."

It was strange to feel as safe as he did after time of not but he was also actually just learning to go with things as they were presented to him. Sometime later it turned out that had been a good idea as he looked for his shirt. He noticed paint and butterfly silohuttes ad he did find his shirt. Then he noticed Daphne was gone out the basement. "Naturally," he said as he sighed.

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon

"Thanks," he said as he took a seat in the corner and began to fix his tacos. "I'm listening," he said but he was still fixing tacos. He honestly needed food because tacos were life. "I don't know what kind of rules you could possibly have for tacos unless you are one of those people who like your toppings in a certain order."

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon

He thought about this and he shook his head no. "Can't do that Daph otherwise you just want me to eat wet food with no taste. Putting the sour cream on it gives it an extra hint of flavor that is not just spices," he said as he got up but at least he did not toss her taco bar like he had originally thought. "I'd rather starve before eating tacos like that."

He rolled his eyes because he was upset. He was hungry though forever hungry really. "How about we exchange the tacos out for something else if I am going to have to eat anything without something on it, I would much rather have apples."

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon