The Poison Inside

"I thought of angels -- Choking on their halos Get them drunk on rose water -- See how dirty I can get them Pulling out their fragile teeth -- And clip their tiny wings" [Independent oc rp account] Tracked tag: madefrompoison M!A Status: None

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【Karaoke】RINNE - PV version【on vocal】 Hachi (by rediakaikai)

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fuck it

[madefrompoison]

"When I was going up the stairs, I saw a man who wasn't there, He wasn't there again today, I wish, I wish he'd go away..."

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“Although it’s not a big deal if the light is on…

When I turn it off…

Something is there…”

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[Open post]

The streets were dark, but that was fine. The dark had never seemed to bother Ricin. He had always been in the dark. Always, always always. It was the only place he belonged. He was moving rather sluggish down the street, limbs feeling heavy from scattering miasma seeds all over the city that day. It was amusing how daft the Magis here were. They didnt seem to notice that there was someone distributing them on opposing ends of town, watching amused as they ran from one end of the city to the other. Frantic like mice trying to scurry to the end of the maze. But this cat would not pounce just yet. Not until the master said it was okay to feast upon the despair he would bring them.

But for today, he was tired. There were only two things that would revive him; sleep, or absorbing the negativity of another being. One of the two he was much overdue for. He should have been back to his mater's home an hour ago. Aeon would be most upset with him about that. Well, if he hadn't shrugged it off and went to bed without him. He hoped his master could sleep without Ricin's company. It would be some time still till he returned home. 

Pausing off to the side of the deserted street, only half way home, the crossdresser looked up. The moon only provided so much light, but the street lamps... those keep the streets lit and safe. He wanted to break them. To crunch the glass underfoot. Make it easier for the darkness to swallow it's nightly victims. Just as he raised his hand to the lamp that hung over him he stopped once more, hearing approaching footsteps. Lowering his head, Ricin took a look around. Who would be on the streets so late at night if not for dastardly deeds?

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No matter how hard I try to fill it, it’s still empty.

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✎ } After the instrument kicking incident, there wasn’t any way he could solely deal with assistance as if nothing had happened. The panic continued to rise, him rocking back and forth for a while, cradling the guitar. The hand that was held out was pointedly ignored, locks ruffling about as he shook his head, scooting back away again. Was the shaking a reply to the question, or rather how he didn’t want to be touched, be neared? Even he didn’t know. Slowly, he stood, the grip on the item so tight, the skin on his fingers were stretched, making his tanned flesh look ghostly pale. Another shake of the head, before eyes flitted about tentatively, trying to calm himself. He hated panicking like this in front of strangers, feeling mocked constantly because of such. Feeling useless, like he didn’t belong. He said nothing, unable to stand straight, almost in a effeminate, submissive stance. If the stranger gave him a moment he would calm, and it would be okay. He could have a conversation, because the red was fading away, little by little and he would be better company if he wasn’t freaking the hell out.

[madefrompoison]

As the second ticked by, Ricin seemed to question this being's sanity more and more. He measured the panic in him, and it ran deep. Fear was not a feeling the boy liked to feel, but seeing it in others... he would be lying if it didnt please him a little. But fear only fueled miasma seeds so much. To implant a seed in this one would do him little good. By time it hatched it would be small, weak. Something those goody-two-shoes magi could deal with in a heartbeat.  This 'witch' didnt want such a puny poison. Now if he could tap into that fear and turn it into hatred or something else delicious and destructive, then they might be going somewhere.

But as these thoughts were calculated in his head, his face remained a blank stare. The only motion he made was to return his hand to his side and observe this stranger as he seemed to fight with himself about whether to flee or to stay.

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