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made a discord so quickly before i zzz
'' if i told you , you'd think i was on the hooch ! ''
laughter tipped her head back, a grin splitting her lips wide enough for her teeth to expose. “ you’d be surprised what i’m willing to believe. ” she said it between gasps, laughter spilling easy, effortless, as if the world & all the problems it hosts had briefly stepped aside.
as if believing was as simple as taking in air. sometimes, she told herself stories just to keep the world from feeling too hefty. other times, belief was a way to smooth the edges of who she was. something that made her easier to swallow for others, easier to keep close.
“ besides, i doubt you could tell me anything more absurd than what i’ve already seen. ”
people pushing themselves to the brink, tearing themselves apart for a target just out of reach. the figures operating in the twilight, claiming peace with lips that’d never spoken honesty. the soft details of devotion, the way lovers look at each other as if nothing could ever break them, until it does. she had seen it all, over & over, enough to convince herself that sometimes things happened differently. that sometimes, what she wanted to be real, was.
i'm challenging you to an arm wrestle.
prompts for the romance of banter.
“ an arm wrestle. ” she repeated, a laugh slipping through, her words tasting of what she hadn’t felt in far too long. unburdened, untamed. it was a novelty, almost. improper, certainly. & for that reason alone, she agreed.
“ if this is your way of getting me to hold hands with you, you need only ask. ” her arm extended, not to be grasped, but to be examined. the pale skin, the veins still alive with pulse, the strength carved not by magic but by necessity, for survival. “ since you insist, don’t expect me to go easy on you. ”
oh, the poor vampire! coming into the abandoned amusement park for some sort of solace only to find a mapplethorpe instead. it was kind of nice, though. he didn't have to keep up with his charade of pretending to be some weird homeless kid like he usually did. no, she could tell that he was dead right off the bat. he was almost relieved. he wasn't the best liar.
he can't help but laugh, rolling midnight blue eyes as he leans forward slightly. "oh, my sense of humor? it seems you have none at all! a real boring bird, you are."
all he seemed to do was wind her irritation tighter, pulling it to the breaking point. with every drop of blood slipping away, wasted, so did her patience. steadying herself was impossible with the smug prattling of a ghost who had nothing better to do than haunt her final moments. was this a hallucination ? could she even suffer from one ? the dizziness made it hard to tell.
she exhaled sharply through her nose, barely a scoff, pressing a firm hand against her side where the wound throbbed with more life than her unwelcome company. “ i’ve no use for a dead boy’s opinions on my character, ” she barked, teeth bared in a brief surge of energy. still, somewhere in the haze of her reality, amusement shone at her own thoughts. “ but that means you’ll find me terribly dull company when i die here. stuck with me, haunting this miserable place together. a real tragedy. ” her echo trailed off, fading with her vigor.
if i write 3 more things throughout today, i can begin making my little harley blog ... as a treat 🩷
“ you don't like spontaneity? some people say it's my best quality. anyway, there's a checkpoint up ahead. lots of nosy people. a dog. we should be fine. again, unless you're smuggling drugs or something. you're not, are you? ”
“ nothing on me should concern them, i’d like to believe. ” a lie. “ i’ll agree [ … ] so long as i’m not going alone. ”
Emily Browning photographed by George Chinsee, 2017
The woman is nothing like what he expected -- he, of course, makes few assumptions about potential clients, however, he does anticipate that they will appear more well-kept. Her nature is known to him, those angular teeth as visible to him from behind her lips as if they were bared, but it makes no difference.
"Certainly, shè. I would venture a guess that that is why you came here." Even clients are not afforded any forced courtesy. "Tell me what you have in mind, and I'll tell you what I can do for you, wi? ... You can afford it, can't you?"
it was impossible to take offense, for she knew her means, just as she knew her own persistence. “would i be here if i couldn’t?” money was never the real currency. not for beings like them. offers had been refused before, but she held fast to the certainty that everyone, eventually, lowered their price.
so, she continued: “i need a cloak.” she let the fabric slip through her fingers one last time. “for my readings. something that could hold presence, but won’t scream for attention.” at last, she turned to him, every passing second condensing the air of carefully crafted confidence around her.
“long but not heavy, lined with something fine but subtle. meant to be felt, not seen.” measured steps drew her to close most of the distance between them, almost bearing the prestige of authority, as though it belonged to her by right. “& the hood [...] deep enough to hide me, should i need it.”
yet in her pause, a crack formed & she looked away, doubt swallowed before it could materialize. “i came to you because i know you can make it.” her jaw tensed despite the reassuring smile being offered. “& i’ll pay you in parts, when the readings are good, so is the income. you’ll get what you’re owed.”
@horroreverent answers the first toll.
the moment his presence chose to manifest, she felt it. an icy chill, deeper than any cold she had ever endured in her long existence. perhaps it was instinct, a biological response: the blood retreating from her core, pooling in her limbs, bracing her to flee or fight. that was the burden of him, the sheer magnitude of his being.
it had her cornered, claws bared, poised to rip through flesh & muscle should anything dare approach.
“ you're deteriorating. ” just an observation. his longevity, his scent, the slow decay of a threat far older than time itself. it was unequivocal.
@owestwind answers the first toll.
she stopped short, turning to face the woman who had been trailing her for several hallways. a quiet laugh slipped from her chest ; more breath than sound, light, almost amused.
“ i fail to take you seriously with that […] thing perched on you. ” words came with a shameless smile. quite out of place, considering that every wasted second pushed someone closer to the edge of death. but there it was, as if the urgency of it all never quite touched her.
@jessiebites answers the first toll.
with the back of her hand, she tapped out a lazy beat against the door, just enough to keep from startling anyone. hinges groaned as she pushed it open, & light swallowed her whole. too bright, too sterile. the rows of metal cages gleamed under it, each one housing a sick, shivering animal. the stench of rot barely hidden by the antiseptics. in front of one of the cages, a redhead crouched low, hands steady & eyes locked on the frightened animal in her care.
the night stretched long ; margarethe’s shift had started hours ago, but only now ( after a painstaking tour of the clinic ) was she finally cut loose, able to find her new coworker.
“ you should get some rest. i’ve had the whole morning to sleep. it’s your turn now. ” the demand came soft, easy, nearly mistakable for concern.
whether the other woman was worn out or not ( whether she even registered exhaustion the way normal people did ), pulling an all - nighter didn’t bother margarethe. neither did the initial promised pay. more than anything, this job offered her a distraction from her usual nocturnal routine. something to fill the hours when sleep wasn’t an option.
considering making a h.arley q.uinn. thinking. thinking.
can you surrender that in which you most desire? // written by billie. indie mapplethorpe landis from crazy fun park. credit ( x )
@meteorea answers the first toll.
leaning against the tree, the night settled over him, suffocating as a burden left too long untouched. she didn’t bother masking her arrival, there was no need. still, her steps faltered just shy of him, as if the moment had played out long before she even stepped forward.
“ you looked so lonely. i thought i’d spare you some mercy. ” words tumbled free, wrapped in a humor so thin it barely concealed what lay beneath. she would never admit it ( not in this lifetime or the next ), but the only soul here aching for company was her own.
@midweast answers the first toll.
the music pounded ; a gut rattling thrum that reached even where she sat, cradling the limp weight of her latest leniency. his pulse barely stirred against her fingers. a nobody, the kind no one would miss on a night like this, drowned in sweat & sequins. the tree behind them still held the phantom of their earlier embrace.
there was no need to turn & confirm the new presence. she felt it, despite the lightness of their steps. “ was the dance floor not enough for you ? ” she asked, voice dense with the last traces of him, jaw sliding back into place with a languid click.
@madamegovernor answers the first toll.
the sky, thick & black as tar, had been brooding all afternoon with a storm coiled tight in its insides. then, without warning, it gave in. rain didn’t fall so much as collapse, pounding the earth in a harsh rhythm. within moments, the campus of shiz was drowning in it ; puddles swelling into small lakes, pathways dissolving into streams. there was no running for cover, there was only waiting.
huddled beneath the narrow overhang, the girls stood shoulder to shoulder in the heavy, rain - soaked air. margarethe tightened her coat around her, lifted her gaze to the churning sky, & let out a soft curse. she should’ve brought an umbrella. as if that would’ve made a difference.
“ even the heavens seem temperamental tonight. ”
considering making a discord to plot pre-stablished relationships— exactly what’d heal me in these trying times.