I'm not a poetWords
Pounding against my skull
Not chained by rhyme or reason
I don't even try to make sense anymore
As the words' rage becomes discord
I just release the madness, now and then
And keep it from consuming me
And shake out some of the noise
And we can pretend it is prose
Tavros x Troll!Reader: ,,,mATESPRITS? (Part 4)===> WELL THAT WAS TERRIBLE
You tried taking a step forward and fell on your face. Your flushcrush attempted to catch you, but she was too slow... with the weight of your new legs, you dropped like a rock in water. Oops. You didn't blame her though. How could you? How could you blame this perfect, magical, beautiful troll? After everything she's done for you? She apologized repeatedly for the mishap, but you brushed her off. After a while of practicing, she took you back to your hive in your wheelchair. You'd have to get used to this...
"Well that was fun, wasn't it?" The troll giggled as she strolled, elegantly, beside you. You refused to let her push you along. You glanced up at her as a shy smile flashed across your delicate features.
"I-I couldn't think of a, um, funner a-adventure I've ever had...!" You laughed, though the sound was quiet and self-conscious. You couldn't laugh any other way, even if you were comfortable around her. It just came out like that.
The troll glanced at