unflagging: ([f] A gusty joy far too wild to be sane)
[R. F.] ([personal profile] unflagging) wrote in [community profile] outofshadows 2013-06-08 02:14 pm (UTC)

He blinked a little, still only smiling and not yet grinning, but he crept a little closer.

"And should I make the rest of me disappear so that you can see the grin without the cat?"

And then he started to grin.

"We're all mad here."

A great crescent moon of a grin, full of too many white teeth (the teeth of a cannibal). A delighted grin, and overjoyed grin, the grin of a child on the verge of uncovering some wonderful thing or with some marvelous secret. There was a light in his eyes and it danced--like the feet of a newly-hanged man dangling through the trapdoor of the gallows.

There was a dark hilarity in his face, and perhaps in his heart, too, you would think--and you would be right. It was the face of a hatefully happy man, a face that radiated a horrible handsome warmth, a face to make water glasses shatter in the hands of tired truck-stop waitresses, to make small children crash their trikes into board fences and then run wailing to their mommies with stake-shaped splinters sticking out of their knees. It was a face guaranteed to make barroom arguments over batting averages turn bloody.

He grinned.

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