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she’s positively wired without a single drop, hit, or dousing of any chosen vice - pupils dilated, interest piqued by the man before her. that’s all he is, isn’t he? just a man. not some fortitude of marble, carved & caressed by the gods - neither of them is such; invincible in name, reputation or body. despite that - here & now, it feels as if they may just be silhouetted in pure gold. (she craves the high that he alights in her ribcage.)
complimentary, and how so - his praise only enamors the little angel further, holy depravity taking a name in the smile framed around his skin. he plays & toys with her pretty lips, darkening in rosy hue as they dawn under use - at the forefront of his question, eliza slips both offered fingers betwixt her lips, wasting no time in proving impatient eagerness & devoted intention. though, when he feigns innocence, her own avidity turns to acerbic action. “you’re jus’ standin’ there all night, all - … all tall, with those stupid blue eyes -” sure, because this is going splendidly so far, “- just lookin’ at me with those stupid, blue eyes. like i’m s’posed t’just stand here an’ take it.” back against the wall, eliza lifts herself to the toes of her shoes for emphasis - taking his hand and guiding it to rest along her throat (where it so rightly belongs) - thumb and palm sure to feel a heightened pulse. “you an’ all your trouble drive me fucking insane, baby. so why don’t you jus’ do somethin’ about it?”
𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 / pleas to soothe through 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 insufflate deteriorated lung with renewed life . meet a man under gleeful pretense of final volume , acquaint yourself with shielded memories’ gilded gashes , the ways he pens own starts to 𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘻 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 after running dashed remnants of ink through GETHSEMANE . . . as though expiry presented as naught more than whittled pawn , slid to & fro in its ceaseless parallel waltz with gutter . 𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 & 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝙴 . you will wonder just what there is to be done with him , this catcher of ever - replete theomenies , until fated dawn arrives in which you wake beside him , trace tips of fingers over manmade murals , & whisper a new hymn into sunrise’s galanty . ❝ yeah ? that’s the problem ? ❞ 𝙹𝚄𝙳𝙰𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙵𝙰𝙸𝙻𝚂 to douse syllables in enough stolen honey to talk his way through heaven’s gates / lives to lick wounds of the angels as might lithe limbs of flame take to delicate timber , shattered keratin beneath plumule viewed as optimal source for all fixings 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. ❝ what you want me to do , say sorry ? ❞ laced with crimson incredulity , felu deepens as heat of his breath comes to find shell of her ear , timbre lust - laden & husky in shadows of shared solitude .
❝ miss kardel . . . you think i’d lie to you like that ? nah . ❞
scribed from point of origin to be seated sinistrally , 𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚊 precedes verbalization as it’s brought to corporeality : heavily doled with each word , sin 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘺 wreaths way around unleashed languet & weaves through spindly boughs to assume new position atop mouth to very ROOT of sweet bassline that gives way to gaia’s aeviternal continuation . ❝ mm . i see . ❞ crescent mimicry plays upon raw tiers by midnight , hold reclaimed as own with minute TAUNT of 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 . ❝ why the hell you ain’t said nothin’ sooner , huh ? ❞ leave it to icarean iscariot to test morality of others , to deem possessed sliver as 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭 , d͟e͟a͟d͟ in the water / to dangle given fortune before buds of parched tongue & lead way towards imminent question : ❝ we both know i got that chick waitin’ for me in the other room , & after lookin’ the way you looked all night . . . you got the damn nerve to make me want you 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 . ❞ ( wraps about gossamer construction a degree further , ghosts parted brims over temple . ) ❝ the fuck’re we s’posed to do now , love ? you want a taste of my trouble , ‘s T H A T it ? ❞