"(I think) It reflects our attempts on making the community accept us without having to be naturally perfect.
At least to me."
TEX II Round 1 - Drink P4After the whimsy and picnics of the box room, the danger of the twisting icy paths was rather a cold slap to the face in reminding Fawn Schuh that she was trapped in a labyrinth-tournament within the Underworld. And wanting to get out of this place was plenty of a good reason to obey and trust her impish guide. Although the announcement echoing over the speaker system made the ginger haired girl double-check that trust, if only a little. "What Death said, about following the winners and killing them you know I'm not okay with that, right?"TEX II Round 1 - Drink P4 by MasterKagura
"Sweetling, such behavior is the last thing I'd expect for one such as yourself." Possum perched on her shoulder, tiny tail hooked into the white, water-proof fabric of her winter coat. His red eyes stared steadily ahead, apparently unaffected by the gloom surrounding them.
The ginger girl could barely see the ground before her in the frozen blackness. The sight of her breath as it steamed up before h
TEX II Round 1 - Drink P3Like so many other hellish errands, this one began with the phrase, "I haven't got a thing to wear."TEX II Round 1 - Drink P3 by MasterKagura
TK crossed her arms with a huff as they made use of a quiet sidestreet far too quickly again. The bar to their right proclaimed itself, in twisting letters that eventually rearranged themselves into proper words, to be called The Lux. Yellow bulbs burned brightly below the sharp metal letters, and if the founder has designed with the idea of 'high-class hole-in-the-wall' they'd succeeded admirably.
She glanced at the imp, small and sitting on her shoulder, and cleared her throat. "Are you even listening?" she asked, though by the way his feline eyes were fixed to the sign, the answer was obvious.
He hadn't heard a word.
As Possum stared at the incandescent bulbs he concluded that this world Above was completely incomprehensible to one so darkly born. The very nature of the light was a curious thing, how it was willing to mingle and play with
TEX II Round 1 - Drink P2When TK was face-to-face once more with her imp, she decided it was best to get straight to the point.TEX II Round 1 - Drink P2 by MasterKagura
"Now," she said pleasantly, "why don't you get out." She held open the door for him with a broad gesture out. "And -- what was it you said? I ought to choose my words more carefully? In that case, let's put it like this: get the hell out of my room, and do not enter again without my permission."
The door slammed behind the imp with a finality that left him cold from more than blood-loss of this Binding. Sadistic satisfaction didn't echo through the Bond, just hung between the imp and Host as if captured by a cobweb of time, left to gradually fade in silence. He would have sighed if anger, disappointment, and betrayal hadn't still roiled within his mortal heart.
Instead Possum decided to be constructive, his fingers spinning his heart's frustrations into threads with which he could work the blackest of magic.
TEX II Round 1 - Drink P1Tray sat on the edge of the mattress with his eyes on the ground and stiff cracking trails down his face. His folded hands trembled between his knees from exhaustion and catharsis that left him empty instead of at peace. He felt inversely leaden and shivery, with limbs and joints that wouldn't budge and insides that trembled like gelatin.TEX II Round 1 - Drink P1 by MasterKagura
The gun sat quietly in the corner where it had been kicked before, back minutes or hours ago when he had the energy and awareness to do so. The dull metal gleamed so nicely in the wan light of a single yellow-bulbed lamp. He carried all the solutions on his person, but he didn't carry the courage with it.
The phone rang again and he paid it no mind. It had long ago fallen off the edge of the bed to rattle around against the cheap wood of the leg. The thing blinked urgently at the edge of his vision and buzzed like a swarm of bees, completely ineffective.
|I promise nothing.|
winter song.winter song by WhoKilledKirov
I paid for you in silver dollars,
rabbit bones, and snail shells.
Beneath the flannel crush,
a twining of lash fingers,
I weight you with catamount claws,
I bury you in firewarmed stone
You are mine,
and I eat you with moth mouth
and spin you to silk.
When the winter stripped aspen bark
and the elk starved til their hooves
were too light to keep them tethered-
I carved the shape of a palm beneath the doorwood
and you tied three husk dolls to the tallest sapling.
We were a bowl, carved hollow and narrow
as pine needles and pressed against coals
and dog fur, leaning like lightning away
from blistered earth, taut with freeze,
away from wood, shrunk and sap-sticky-
dove tails untied and ribboned and bare.
Your spine is a naked rope and I climb you
to clouds rippled like sea-sand, my eyes
are bottle glass green.
I seize waves and swallow them to smoke.
You pad my throat with ash and
settle my bones with sandstone
and sink me to mud, coffined in ice.
You sell my teeth for cornmeal and