When I first got to MA, Myrretah came over to help me unload the truck, and she brought Dallieh with her. I don't have the picture of when we laid him beside the bag that contained Angel, but all she did was lay him down, and he sprawled in such a way that he had his arm over the bag. It was very sweet, and I have no doubt that he knew Angel was in there. Once we were able to sit them side by side, they leaned together, like they were whispering.
Angel's clothes are from Alice Collection's, and Dallieh's were all handmade by Myrretah, as was his necklace. Angel's necklace, I made.
These two boys are very expressive. Angel definitely looks like he's daring you to try something. Or at least, that's what it looks like to me.
But he's also very fragile in his own way, always so terrified that he's going to be cast aside once more. He holds onto every moment Dallieh is willing to give him, wishing he could manage to push him away. His logic is twisted; in that if it's on his terms, it will hurt less. Meanwhile, Dallieh knows he'll never leave.
He too, is very protective. His Angel is so precious to him.
He doesn't understand how anyone could hurt someone like Angel. He studies a childhood scar on Angel's hand. Angel has so many scars.
They are both very aware of everything that happens around them. Dallieh is watchful, instincts like an animal's.
Angel rocks those low-cut pants that Myrretah made for him. The magpie on his hip is his symbol. Is he the magpie, trying to find things to make life brighter, or is he the shiny bauble the magpie collects?
Dallieh also has a certain frailty to him, of the sort that comes from many years of pain and imprisonment. He goes all...crumbly, and Angel wants so much to make him stop hurting.
And they're so hesitant about one another. Angel sells his body to strangers every night, and Dallieh has known so very little kindness in his many years, neither really know what to do with the way it feels to be together.
Little touches mean so much.
Once he knows it's ok, though, Dallieh is very snuggly.
But Angel doesn't mind.
But once Angel is fast asleep, once more, Dallieh aches to see how much pain Angel has suffered in his short life. Each scar tells him a story, and one way or another, he will find a way to see the hands that hurt him are repaid.
When they're happy, they're so sweetly beautiful.
Angel got tired of playing Mannequin for me to make him a vest, and sprawled out. He likes it when Dallieh reads to him.
But he also has moments where he says "Enough of that" and wants D's attention. Dallieh is perfectly happy to oblige.
