The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt #: 23
Pen name: Alby Mangroves
Pairing: Jacob
Rating: M
Photos for prompts can be found here:
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A/N: I procrastinated over these so long that lightstardusting didn't get a chance to pre-read these. Apologies for any errors! x
I didn't make ms-ambrosia read the rest of these because she's got enough on her plate trying to complete her own responses to the TT25 x
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Jacob squeezes the lighter in his hand, watching sparks shoot into the air as he tortures the wheel repeatedly.
The disposable lighter is almost empty and the sparks never ignite into actual flames, but he keeps flicking until the plastic disintegrates in his hand and falls in pieces to the floor.
Rather like his life.
He still can't comprehend the truth, even though he can no longer deny it.
Is he less than human, or more?
He looks at his hands, caked with dirt from phasing on the muddy forest floor.
His life sentence can't be washed off like dirt.