Meulin woke with a sudden jerk, kicking a few books off the corner of the bed. She looked over at the literature on the floor, then scooted her body to sit up. She pulled her hair over one shoulder sitting there for a moment. It sounded oddly quiet to her. When she usually slept over at Kurloz’s it was quite loud with monsters’ screeches and belches lingering throughout the night. Meulin pulled at her hair again out of habit feeling a dampness as she brushed against her earlobe. Her thumb traced over her pointer and middle fingers testing the substance before she held her hand in front of her. Kurloz leaned over and grabbed her wrist making her jump and she looked at him, then back at the olive liquid on her fingertips. She watched his lips come together and separate frantically with no words to echo his sorrowfulness. She gently took hold of the wrist of holding on to hers, “What?” Her body flinched and began tearing up for her, “Kurloz? I..can’t…What are you saying?” She could feel the vibration of questions in her throat yet she could not hear it in the air itself. The clown’s usual perfect white face was then dotted with purple droplets. “Don’t cry, please. Just…what happened?” Her hand let go of his and her fingers held his chin.
He quickly pulled himself out of the bed, leaving her hands lingering in the air for him. She called out to him but he quickly ran off ignoring the words that only he could now hear. Kurloz locked himself in the bathroom tears dismissing the paint tracing his jawline. He let the horrors get too close to his mind; he felt he might throw up over the sickened thoughts that just invaded his mind…and what he just did to Meulin. He looked in the mirror at himself. What if he did that for real? What if the injuries he just caused to his matesprit advanced and he did something else? Kurloz could taste the blood and the dismemberment of his tongue before he even knew to spit up the muscle into the sink. Purple painted the bowl and gushed out of his mouth making the mess on his chin even worse. There was a small tap on the door followed by the sound of the lock being undone with currency, “Kurloz? What’s going on-” Meulin’s words stopped short as she saw the sink and looked up at the tall troll now sewing his mouth shut with tools she used to fix her lovely’s clothes when he grew another foot.
Green lines decorated her face as she stepped forward and Kurloz tied off the string. Her face wrinkled as she began to cry harder and he held her in his arms, her face then buried in his chest. So much confusion and regret filled in the air and their lungs as they both sobbed into each other. When Meulin had calmed down enough, Makara led her out of the bathroom and grabbed a pen and paper and wrote, “I don’t want to hurt you please don’t cry ;o(“ Meulin looked up at him and without hearing said, “I don’t know what’s going on…” Kurloz frowned, the stitches pulled on his newly earned wounds letting small droplets develop at the holes. He then wrote, “i had a dream. i screamed. i’m so sorry please understand why.” She read the words and then looked at his messy mouth. Meulin looked around the room, gathering up some scissors and the needle and thread from the bathroom coming back to her matesprit and wiping his mouth off with the edge of her shirt. The paint was gone, as well as the blood, and his face was paler than any other troll she’d seen.
He looked down at her questioning her intentions. Meulin then said, “Please…” Out of guilt, Kurloz let her do what she wanted. He had hurt the one person he never even thought about harming, not even out of passion or playfulness. She cut the string and pulled it out, it tugging on his lips, and sewed in a new piece, restringing his mouth in a straight and more even fashion than what he had done in a rush. He looked at her oddly, thinking she was trying to remove the thread entirely. “I can’t change your decisions, but I can at least polish them up for you…” Kurloz smiled, the string now hurting as much now that the loops were more even, and then pointed at himself, formed a heart with his pointer fingers and thumbs, and then pointed at her. Meulin smiled back, and kissed his tender mouth, “I love you too.”