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@aurath-blog
“Teasing is just another word for torture, darling. Eventually the absence of torture leaves one feeling free, but the simplest way to freedom would be to forego restraint.”
“So you would have everyone you desire just… lay down and open their legs for you?
How romantic.”
“Ha! No. That’s a bit... dull. I would hope they were as wild as I. I desire no passivity.”
Mentally preparing to read Golden Son after the harrowing journey that was Red Rising
“You are not prepared. No one ever is.”
- Nero au Augustus, who literally says this on the first page of Golden Son, and boy did he understate the situation
“I find no pleasure in being denied anything.” He says, his words sharper than those previous. His gaze focuses on her teeth intently. For a moment, he wonders what she would do if she were bleeding from her lips. The horrors she hasn’t seen. It’s… almost pure, and he wants to destroy all of it. No matter what he does, the Institute sinks back into his skin.
“You don’t like the word no, do you?” The Pixie grins like a minx and turns in his arms, taking command of his hands to roam them down her sides. Drusilla moves back against Tactus in a way that combines the rolling hips of dance and sex, a mimic of the two she seems rather intimate with. “Don’t like being teased, either, I take it?”
“Teasing is just another word for torture, darling. Eventually the absence of torture leaves one feeling free, but the simplest way to freedom would be to forego restraint.”
TACTUS:
He watches the blade spin, and stops it with his boot, crunching down on it. “I play my part. What else is there to do? What else will you do but become your father? History sneaks behind us and makes us lessons of us all. But don’t you sigh and groan about your lot, Virginia au Augustus. You waste an invitation to greatness because of morals you self-inflict. That’s not shouldering responsibility. It’s self-destruction. I see no difference between your path and the blade beneath my boot.”
“GREATNESS is not accomplished through blades and spilt blood; that leads only to tyranny. Whether or not I take after my father, I shall not do so through whipping out my razor every time someone slights me. I’d advise you to reconsider your own methods, but we are both well aware you wouldn’t take it.”
Golden eyes flicker to the blade pressed betwixt rubber and marble, hardening as she makes eye contact with him once more.
"My own path is hardly self-destruction; one would think you knew better than that. How many stim shots have you had today? Pinks? You’re nothing more than a PIXIE.“
Tactus lets out a cynical scoff. Her words are nothing but an idealist’s banter. He lives in the real world, and takes advantage of every opportunity he is given. That is the path to something great. What she reaps with hands she thinks clean! It’s absurd. “I could slag a thousand Pinks and shoot a dozen stims, and I could still bring your house crumbling. You underestimate me, Virginia, and I invite you to continue you take me the fool. It will be the last thing you do, goodwoman. Just ask the leader of House Diana in the Institute, hm? Pity she couldn’t be here.”
“Fire, storms, power -- it burns everything in its path, including itself. There is no meteor without a crash, is there? But it is still something beyond your control. Something... to think about.”
✿ ( hope you realize you're stuck with finn and me so )
random.org –> 13: hand kiss
The Hunger Games play on the screen as a redhaired girl named Annie Cresta screams and cries. The camera zooms in on her face and the announcers babble on about how she’s likely next. Tactus spreads his legs on the pool chair and shrugs his shoulders. An Avox delivers him an orange drink with sugar on its rim, a little plastic umbrella swishing between crushed ice.
Tactus thinks the drink in his hand reminds him of his girl. Or maybe the other way around. It doesn’t really matter. The drink is worth more than her, in the end. Tastes better too, he thinks. She probably tastes like salt and fish and smells of dirt.
Finnick lays next to him by the pool, despondent and ashen as his eyes glue to the screen. He is trying not to shake. It isn’t hard to work out that he knows the girl. Tactus lifts the victor’s hand and kisses it, showing off his prize to the others. Finnick still never responds. Likely choking on his own heart.Tactus smiles and takes another sip.
Is Tactus capable of love?
This depends entirely on how you define love.
Can Tactus have an enormous amount of affection for someone, complete with respect, care, interest, and loyalty? Yes, but it is hard won and found in unlikely places. He can feel connected to someone on an artificial level, feel fraternity and familial affection. He can care for someone. He “loves” his family. He is most loyal to them, though he hates himself for it. Can Tactus put someone before himself, giving up his own happiness for another to have happiness? No. He can’t. He thinks sometimes he would like to, but it feels like something inside him is broken. Like he is watching a recording of himself act outside of his wishes. He plays out fantasies in his head that he will never live up to. He says things very quietly, and never aloud. He has tried to be different and he has failed to be good too many times. He discards these things quickly because they do not serve him.He is capable of a broken sort of love. A love which you won’t understand, even though you will try very hard. Tactus’s love will not ever look like love. His love will not feel like love. He will get no pleasure from it, and likely, you won’t either. It will be a dead animal at your feet and a cut on your face from trying to hold him too long. He is a wild thing, and wild things do not love in ways you understand.
✿ [from your friendly neighborhood Q]
random.org —> 19: underwater kiss
It is late summer in the Institute, and for one golden week, they play like gods. There is no war, they have food aplenty, and they have resided beside a river before moving on to conquer another house. They splash in the water, shout, and the howlers even canonball from a peaked waterfall that empties out into their little delta. Quinn launches herself from a top tree, howling and screaming before she makes impact, and a wave washes and spins Tactus’s lanky body onto the muddy river bank. She cackles as she surfaces and dips below again. Tactus stumbles in the mud and makes a mad dash into the water. Underneath, she spots him and blows a raspberry, fistfuls of bubbles streaming between her lips. He reaches forward and grabs her arm, pulling her close to press his lips against hers and blow his oxygen against her face, sending a torrent of ticklish pockets of air against her.
send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number.
1: aggressive kiss
2: all over kiss
3: back kiss
4: cheek kiss
5: eyelid kiss
6: fingers kiss
7: firm kiss
8: first kiss
9: forehead kiss
10: french kiss
11: gentle kiss
12: ghost kiss
13: hand kiss
14: jawline kiss
15: last kiss
16: neck kiss
17: rain kiss
18: stomach kiss
19: underwater kiss
20: upside down kiss
TACTUS:
‘ people say the institute made monsters of all of us, but we were monsters from the day we were born. what else do you call the strongest, the fastest, the smarterst? we are the hunters and we have had blood on our hands from the moment we took our first breath. if you want out, you’re welcome to use my blade. ‘ he tosses it at her feet.
“Who ever said I wasn’t perfectly capable of SHOULDERING THE BURDEN? You forget who you speak to, Tactus. My father is the ArchGovernor of Mars; you think I’m not quite aware of what I am?”
She kicks the blade towards him, sending it spinning.
“Is your opinion of me so low as to truly believe I would ever take my own life in order to escape responsibility? I’m not so sure you truly know what the word MEANS.”
He watches the blade spin, and stops it with his boot, crunching down on it. “I play my part. What else is there to do? What else will you do but become your father? History sneaks behind us and makes us lessons of us all. But don’t you sigh and groan about your lot, Virginia au Augustus. You waste an invitation to greatness because of morals you self-inflict. That’s not shouldering responsibility. It’s self-destruction. I see no difference between your path and the blade beneath my boot.”
aurath:
He’s shoved back, but he recovers forward, lunging forward to grab at Sevro’s head. He’s so small, coming up only to his chest, and Tactus can easily lean over him to press a kiss to his ear. He smacks his lips loud and dramatic, to boot.
“You shit!” Sevro tilts precariously as Tactus grabs his head. Slaps the young man away when the kiss smacks against his ear. The Howler scowls, rubbing vigorously at his ear. “Okay, I’m gone. Pluto is better than another kiss from you … Ugh, shit, my ear will never be the same.“
“Well we’re you’re going, you’re not bound to get another one for some time.” He winks.
TACTUS:
‘ … righto. best of luck, avoiding MIRRORS. ’
“… What on Mars do you mean by that?”
‘ people say the institute made monsters of all of us, but we were monsters from the day we were born. what else do you call the strongest, the fastest, the smarters? we are the hunters and we have had blood on our hands from the moment we took our first breath. if you want out, you’re welcome to use my blade. ‘ he tosses it at her feet.
Imogen Poots
Maisie Williams and Harry Lloyd in Supreme Tweeter Part 1: #WakingTheDragon
The way he smiled.
"What makes you think I'm afraid to die?"
“Because despite yourself, you have so much to lose. No seeing mommy and daddy yet, Darrow. You’re stuck here with the gory rest of us pricks.” He grabs him by the shoulder and hoists him up.
"There is a special place in hell for your kind."
“Oh, Darrow. There is no my kind. I am just far more honest than those around me, even when I am being a liar. I have no doubt, if there is a Hell, I would be first to go ... oh, no... but I won’t be the last. I’ll see each and every one of you there, I’m sure of it.”
