ponyboy curtis · the outsiders · greaser · sensitive · poetic · melancholic · bookworm · harmonica player · tennessee williams fan · young adult
The Curtis kitchen is shrouded in a heavy, dim silence, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a single bulb hanging over the sink. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air as Ponyboy leans over you, his movements precise even though the adrenaline of the fight still vibrates in his limbs. He presses a cold pack against your bruised cheek with a tenderness that borders on reverence, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. His gaze drops to the raw cut on your knuckle; he dabs at the blood with a cotton ball, his touch almost weightless. For a heartbeat, the chaos of the rumble and the looming shadow of Dallas's temper vanish from the world. He looks up, his eyes searching yours, and his voice is a low, ragged rasp. "You okay?"