the giggle at a funeral.

i’m seeing crazy revelations, i’m singing lazy incantations. {indie oc rp blog}

[churrches]

{ starts working on replies only to feel almost instantly overwhelmed.  yeehaw. ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!! }

[fractumrex-blog]

                             ”I know your death will be slow.                               Endearing, languid as your scream.                               Prophets are destined for one                                sort of end. What comfort does                                your plant provide over your duty?”

[churrches]

' wow, aren't you a pleasant bunch of roses? ' her arms cross against her chest, eyes narrowing in irritation. ' anyway, it's not like your end is gunna be much better, considering how big of an asshole you seem to be. i can imagine lots of people want you dead. '

[talentforlying]

                lips tighten around the cigarette,                          a ghost of long black hair & sparkling green eyes                                     flitting behind his eyelids for only a moment …

                      ” ‘course i bloody have. “

                   ” ‘e’nt everyone a bit mad, though? ”

[churrches]

' see, that's what i was hinting at. you could do some nice things with that mouth, i bet. you should prove it to me sometime. '

she finishes off the joint, gently dropping it before crushing it with her foot. she then plucks the cigarette from his lips, taking a long drag of it before holding back out to him, coughing slightly. yeck.

' true. i mean, look at my dumbass. i'm pretty sure i've got my fair share of madness. '

[churrches]

{ i keep following people even when i don't feel up to starters and they keep following back, so i'm just sitting over here like 'fu ck...' }

[hedonistique-deactivated2016032]

                    ’ ——— & this should interest me, WHY? ‘

[churrches]

' fuck if i know. '

[churrches]

journaliistic.

' am i high, or did you see that too? '

[talentforlying]

                   ” mebbe i could.                                 don’t mean i don’t ‘ave better things t’ do with me mouth                                  than parse pretty words with people. “

                      another inhale & eyes close briefly,                            smoke exhaled through his nostrils in twin jets of smoke                            & lips curling ever so slightly as the nicotine hits his system.

                                             fuckin’ magic.

                        ” you ‘n’ me both. “

[churrches]

' what, have you never kissed anybody with that mouth? let me tell you, it sure is much more entertaining than talking most of the time. '

she's amused by this comment. honestly, either he's denying her flattery, or she's actually more subtle than she thought she was. shrugging, she mimics him, fumes puffing from her nose as her eyes slip shut.

' i think anybody in their right mind wouldn't be here. '

[talentforlying]

                          ” i don’t aim t’ please, luv. “

                he carefully extricates his hands from the tangle they’ve formed with hers,                  surrendering the blunt in favor of fishing a silk cut out of his coat pocket.                   it’s balanced between his lips & sacrificed to the merciless kiss of a lighter                    flame in mere seconds, & he exhales a thin stream of white smoke around                      the small white death stick.

                                      ” y’ want flattery, get an english butler.                                                ’m from sodding merseyside. “

[churrches]

' yeah? that's funny, because something tells me you could do some pretty nice complimenting with that mouth of yours. even with the scruff you've got there. '

she let's their hands unwind, leaning back, watching him with those doe eyes as she sucks carefully, watching as he lights the white silken roll. how fancy.

' if i could afford a butler, i would't be here right now. '

[6houndead-deactivated20160602]

         ❛           Yeah.           ❜

It’s really not that well-disguised, but what does Alo care? He draws out his silver zippo, flicking the top and offering her the light.

[churrches]

' cool. thank you. '

she gives him a quick smile before lighting it, smoking out of an old lipstick tube like it's no big deal. because to her, it isn't a big deal at all.

' you want a hit? '

[churrches]

vigoare.

‘ okay, here’s an idea - you’re pretty hot, i'm pretty hot. i have money burning a hole in my pocket. you want me to pay for your coffee? i mean, you look like you need it just about as bad as i do. ‘

no, she didn’t just walk up to this stranger in line and ask him that. of course not, who do you think she is? ..okay maybe she did do that, but she’s holding out a five dollar bill and she’s got a look on her face that says 'accept the offer or face my wrath'.

[churrches]

wizardslightlyused.

' okay, here’s the idea. i’m going to pretend that i didn’t see the dirty looks you were giving me and instead just offer you a friendly hello. it’s nicer than punching you in the mouth. ‘

the man probably wasn’t trying to irritate the prophet, but her head hurts and she would kill somebody for a lighter. anyway, she hates when people stare at her.

' do you have a lighter? ‘

[churrches]

griisly.

she swears she heard something, though she can’t she jack shit in this lighting. her ears pick up sounds though, and in her vision she sees the sounds crack and spark. she doesn’t have a weapon on her, only a lighter stuffed in her jacket pocket. so she pulls that out, ready to - give whoever it might be in the darkness a sudden burst of flame. or a light. fuck, she doesn’t know.

[hxneycraftarchive-blog]

"If I was poisoning you, I surely wouldn’t tell you. But I’m not." Agatha took a seat at one of the tables close to the window. “You can take some of them home. I don’t need them any more.”  

"Hey if you ever come back, bring air freshener…and weed."

[churrches]

' yeah, see, that's the thing. you wouldn't tell me. or say anything, probably. just watch me eat the bread and die. '

she smiles, sitting down at the table with her, though instead of in a chair, she's on the table, chewing happily on bread. she speaks with her mouth full, laughing.

' if i bring weed with the air freshener, you wouldn't even need it. '

[churrches]

mutantism.

‘ do you have a problem with me eating? you’re staring. ‘

it might be because she looks like she hasn't been awake for not just 24 hours, but a whole week. which is close to accurate.

[talentforlying]

                   there’s really no suitably crushing response to that,                    so he just takes another drag on the blunt & tips his                    head back to exhale the fumes at the sky.

                                                                                          ” if you were a narc,         you still ended up gettin’ me t’ take a joint right in front’a ya, di’n’tcha?                                           i’d take it as a compliment. “

[churrches]

she laughs softly, still holding his hands as she pulls it back up to her lips, taking a long, careful drag. she forgets that it's there for a moment, rolling it around in her mouth. she looks like she's tasting it, like sampling some sort of fine wine before speaking, smoke filtering through her mouth with her words.

' you're shitty at compliments then. you could just say i have pretty eyes, or something. come on, you can do better than that. '

[churrches]

bloodysalad.

'  quick - quick quick oh god, i look and sound crazy, but fucking kiss me right now. '

look, okay, she's not crazy, she really isn't, but she just pissed off some big jackass by insulting their girlfriend and this guy looks like he can fight him off. but he's not reacting fast enough and she's not gunna just sit around and wait for him to punch her and him. 

' or if you're just gunna stand there like an idiot - ' 

oh okay there she goes. it's probably the worlds worst kiss, but she's just desperately clinging to him as she probably leaves the taste of weed in his mouth and the scent of it on - well, most of him that is now pressed against her.

[fangisms-blog]

         she’s cute, for sure — something pretty to look at on          such a shitty day. there’s rain clouds forming hundreds          or maybe even thousands of feet above them — and it’s          given their surroundings an awful wash of grey. there’s a          bitterness to the wind and it’s even nipping at his nose, the          nerve endings he thought long dead animating again. green          eyes watch as a smoke ring is blown and he smiles widely -          worn digits reaching out to collect the joint and take a long          drag. ❝ s’a good thing that i look like a stoner then ‘int it ?? ❞          a chuckle & a cloud of smoke is dismissed by equally chapped          lips. ❝ —- kindred spirits ya’ know…weed is like a warm hug on          a bad day, gotta’ love it. ❞

[churrches]

the cool are makes her shiver slightly, but once she takes the joint back, she can feel the warmth back in her body as she takes another long drag, being careful to not blow it in his face. that would be rude, especially since. a. they just met and b. because she hadn't even thought of shotgunning. probably. okay maybe she had, but he wasn't offering and she probably wasn't gunna either. not off the bat.

'  yeah, real good. '

she smiles slightly, passing back the joint as she glances at the sky. it's probably going to rain. bummer. she's not a big rain fan, unless her garden needs some extra pep.

' yeah, it's an old friend. i mean, if you've been as smoking as long as i have, you probably feel the same sort of way. '