- KISS MY ASS.

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▐ ⟨ crownedless. ⟩▐

TEETH GRIT   ;   NETTLE BIT. he calls to god, our forsaken atheist son, muttering prayers on the soft fat of his lips ( dear god, grant me the strength not to KILL THIS FUCKING BITCH ) as lindon drags him away, boots scuffing against the ground in flighty qualms. instead of forcibly removing the hand that pinches & confines his arm, he lets it remain as it is ( else he might CUT IT OFF entirely ) & instead of spitting back a response, he follows in silence.

   ‘ TALKATIVE today? no? well if you’re not going to talk, i will. ‘ the walk is quiet, his mouth, alas, is NOT. to the annoyance of many and his own splendor, he continues to speak when others would bear themselves ready to hide from such a man. ‘ you want to tell me about your day? you’re girlfriend? i have a harem too, ratboy. or at least, i should. i mean, come on, take a look at THIS and tell me you wouldn’t want a piece. ‘ yes, he’s paused to inevitably point at his ass.

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'Midnight'

▐ ⟨ labcoat buccaneer. ⟩▐

    ‘ OSKAR! ‘ runs to the other, louder than he should be for the time of night - the zybrids meddle themselves, burrowing in the recesses of any happiness to be found in these parts, seemingly. but the boy can’t help himself, the evening about to come to its close, the finale dawning upon them of the year. ‘ hey oskar - oh shit you’re asleep. can’t even make it to the new year YOU cancerous lesion, huh? sybella taught me that word, pretty nice, right? ‘ alcohol on his breath, crystallizes in the air as he lies beside the other. talking to himself, let the other one dream. falling asleep under the stars        TYPICAL of him. ‘ guess you won’t be able to have any of the champagne i found in the snakes camp. don’t worry, i’ll get it back to them. piss on them later, after it digests. ‘ a smile on his lips, about to toast himself to all that lay above him, beside him, around him in the new year. looks at the PEACEFUL boy, eyes  ‘ hey, we’re not dead yet. and you know, no matter how gay it is, you’re the best thing that happened to me too, you girl. ‘ the moments count before them, midnight upon them, or close enough, watches were never reliable things. ‘ damn, no GIRLS around. plus you’re asleep, so you won’t remember this in the morning. and i won’t, especially if i get really hammered. ‘ a delicate kiss to the others lips, ring in the new year right. hot lips touch cold ones, and he pulls away. a pause. ‘ shit. i spoke too soon, huh? ‘ fumbles for his lighter. he knew it, in the end. and he’d forget this too, he would drown himself in doubt and misery tomorrow, let the bottle take him too, probably. someone would talk him out of it. try to, anyway. cigarette against his lips, the merciless toxins doing nothing to relieve him. ‘ happy new year. sorry you didn’t get to see it. maybe NEXT year. ‘ 

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Send me 'Midnight' for a New Year's Eve kiss!

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▐ ⟨ lapetitered. ⟩▐

                “ You’re doing a SUPERB job of decorating that fact with insults. ” Her voice bites with sarcasm, still taking his hand she smiles politeness. “ If you know about the situation, tell me how to find the guy who CAN help. I’m not in the mood to play around. ”

     ‘ WELL well, look who’s catching on. ‘ lets go of the grip, taking a moment to find a cigarette from his pocket. ‘ sweetheart i don’t know a THING about your situation - except that you have a fine one - and you can start by calling the guy X. alright? doesn’t like giving out his name often. you know, with the killing and all. ‘ 

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▐ ⟨ trainedsurvivor. ⟩▐

          ❛ you keep on thinkin’ that shit head. ❜ the smoke in her face only aggravates the girl further, arm retracting, flat side of the blade sitting against her chin. ❛ we can talk like real people, but i ain’t gonna put it down. ❜

    WHAT his mother always said: two steps BACK one step FORWARD. he takes the step, smiling. ‘ fine, you keep whatever kinks you like, but sweetheart, i’m all the way over here. ‘ widespread arms, almost taunting her to step forward. ‘ now that we have that awkwardness overwith, we can talk about our relationship. how many kids we want. what side of the BED you’ll sleep on - left. ‘ 

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▐ ⟨ hackedsurvivor. ⟩▐

oskar has to wonder what lindon would be like as a completely SERIOUS person- decides quickly that it’s a lin he wouldn’t like to see. it’s what made oskar stay on the phone that day, the morbid sense of humor, the shitty jokes, a person to make him SMILE while his left went to hell in a handbasket. once more, he’s unable to quell the bubble of L A U G H T E R that spills in torrents from the loving curves of his lips, the familiar warmth and SHINE returning to his eyes as they walk- completely intertwined with each other and the universe. as if these woods have closed them off, put them in a world completely their OWN. given them sanctuary to be f r e e from the decaying bodies and war zones. he nudges lindon back, biting on his lower lip slightly.

‘ what the actual fuck is wrong with you? you’re gay A L L the time, you can’t fool me, i know you. ‘

    ‘ OKAY there’s a lot wrong with me, and i’m not even a little gay. ‘ truth be told, lindon didn’t know his feelings for anyone. none, probably, would ever come from meaningless kisses. repulsed by anything more, repulsed by anything less. there were moments of dysphoria, slender and blue, but now they are stiched into a sea of grey, the nothingness letting the two d r i f t away from all there was beyond the trees. ‘ HEY, you don’t mind if i smoke, right? i mean, i have one free hand. you kind of have my other one trapped. ‘ the world would be damned if he couldn’t smoke. every moment is a slip deeper into the haze where he is forced to wake up and think of the reality. distancing himself. the way to live, PARTLY there, separated by the pearly helm of a smoked cloud. 

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                                       ❛  I’M THE HERO OF THIS STORY, DON’T NEED TO BE SAVED.                                                        IT’S ALRIGHT, IT’S ALRIGHT, IT’S ALRIGHT.                                                                        NO ONE’S GOT IT ALL.  ❜

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▐ ⟨ trainedsurvivor. ⟩▐

          the door is opened more, allowing a veiny hand clutching a blade to poke through. the weapon is wagged before the other’s face, condescending smile painted upon her features. ❛ light that, and i’ll cut your god damn throat. ❜ why eli thought forming some sort of an alliance with a group led by a piece of shit like that bewildered her. ❛ i ain’t gonna let you in until you give me a good reason to. and because you say so ain’t a good reason. ❜

    STEPS back two steps, smirk littering his lips. ‘ you kill me, you won’t get any supplies, any cure. kill me and we cut all contact. and here’s the thing SISTER, we don’t need you, but you sure as hell need us. ‘ flick. the lights on and he’s holding it to his cigarette, the end lit as he puffs toxic air towards her. ‘ gonna put your weapon down now so we can talk like real people? ‘ 

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▐ ⟨ bitchsnake. ⟩▐

     ❛   i’m not in distress, sugar - bear!   hop on up though, hold my hand.   i’ll get lonely.   ❜   palms sprawled, patting the spot beside her.   bandit - boyfriend who?   she’s already reaching her fingers out,   offering him a boost   ( boy didn’t seem like a THREAT ! fact, he’s kind of cute   &.   has nice lips.   oh !   &.   she’s got a loaded gun in the waistband of her pants ).

   ‘ WELL, well, i’m not complaining. ‘ taking the hand, he sits beside her. ‘ lonely, huh? so you’re not gonna ecen consider my offer of making out? my lady i MUST say, i’m offended. ‘ mock misery and woe, a hand to his chest as an expression of distaste lingers upon his lips. ‘ i could use a bad pickup line if you want. ‘ 

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yo yo yo! hey, sorry about this, but i was just really curious. where'd you get the idea for lindon's name?? i've never seen that as a name before

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IT’S no problem dear. i actually, am really bad at coming up with character names, so i used this little baby right here, and i really liked lindon. thus, this lame was born.

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▐ ⟨ crownedless. ⟩▐

FUCK.     ❝       NEVER MIND. WE’RE fine.   ——-       ❞     weathered, threadbare boot ( bound by leather & crudely kept together with duct tape ) nestles against the soil, adamant rejection. but what about the girls, eliott? FUCK THE GIRLS. obstinate furrows into broad features, mouth curling around contempt.

    ‘ GOD you’re a son of a bitch, aren’t you? ‘ grabs him, fingers curl against somewhere between wrist and forearm. ‘ come on, lets see if we can find you that dignity! i mean supplies. whoops. ‘ snide lips and snarked teeth curl insults that are HARMLESS in light nature. docile boy, hardened by the world, by choices, by words and mistakes he chooses to speak. 

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▐ ⟨ mustsurvive. ⟩▐

     “ Maybe you’re right, maybe I don’t hate you. I think the proper phrase is strongly dislike. “

When he stops, she doesn’t see him, causing her to almost run straight into him. Luckily she looked up just in time, shaking her head at his comment as she stepped around him. She moved slowly while she couldn’t help but watch him, almost laughing at how awkwardly he climbed onto the lowest branch possible. She finally stopped, arms crossing over her chest as she gazed up at him.

     “ Is that really as far as you’ll go? Afraid of heights or just lazy? “

    ‘ NOW we’re getting somewhere!! ‘  he lays upon the branch as limbs stream down to wave languidly among the air. ‘ lazy and weak. not all of us can have DADDY’S that taught us to fight and kill all the bad people. some of us just drink instead. you should try it, sweetheart. ‘ he lets the comment hang there as he does, sure enough waiting for a punch or some form of punishment for the statement made. if not a physical punishment, emotional ABUSE of her speaking on and on about a past he could give a shit about.

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▐ ⟨ hackedsurvivor. ⟩▐

‘ ha !! right, though? hand me another pack, buddy, going for a RECORD here. please, i think we ALL know that if anyone is going to die, it’s TOTALLY me. come on, at least y’all can R U N away, i’ll be the BAIT while you guys make your GRAND escape. ‘

lets out a LAUGH ( a much NICER sound than the cough, something musical and flourished in the lilt of tone, in the way it CURLED from his lips and l i n g e r e d in the air- a peaceful SYMPHONY. compared to the sharp hacking noise, the loud C R A S H, the S I C K L Y thing that turned up noses and made people GAG. ) it was good, he thought, that they could so easily JOKE of it ( he wasn’t SICK anymore, it was F U N to joke about. ) the laugh hearkened by the following of a s i g h, the gentle PUFF of air as he leans against the nearest tree ( an OAK, he thinks, at L E A S T ten years old. sturdy. S T R O N G. it was nice that the nature wasn’t affected by the H E L L they lived in. )

‘ oh come ON, you are the W O R S T kind of party pooper. still, EVERYTIME i argue with you i l o s e, so i’ll just give up now. but if eve kick’s your ass it’s NOT my fault. hey—- at least let me W A L K out a ways with you, then i’ll come back here and wait, so i can at least feel like i did SOMETHING. ‘

     MUCH rather would he sit and while away the hours here in this company than toil in the heated sun and eventual chill of air. but soon all things as such come to pass, leaving his hands stained of wooden musk and bitten with the raw scent of the forests canopy. ‘ you lost because you suck at ARGUING as much as you suck at breathing. ‘ moves to place a hand on the tree his COMPANSION leans against, arm outstretched to hold his weight. ‘ fine. come on sunshine, we’ll figure out something for you to do. keep me company or something. you can hold my water while i work out. be my personal cheerleader. whatever. ‘ he’ll ramble off reasons,  eyes wander across the landscape in fake wonder, stupor truthfully unlived in its own right. he would rather oskar there with him, in the least. the two were FRIENDS. best friends. his only friend. ‘ so i saw you and eve hanging over here earlier. eyes like a hawk, i’ve got. and you didn’t make out. what gives? ‘ 

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▐ ⟨ bitchsnake. ⟩▐

leathered boot, worn   &.   scratched comes down near his face,   limbs stretched over the carcass of a   tree branch,   rutted fingertip divvied into the cracks of umber.   ❛   hi - hi - hi !   ‘m just swingin’ by                 shit, look at that !   a poet   &.   i didn’t even know it.   ❜   

    ‘ WHAT the hell is this? a damsel in distress? or maybe it’s a troubadour in need of some . . . lindonadour. alright so i’m shitty at rhyming but just wondering if you might want to make out right now? ‘ he shifts the pack upon his back, eyes STAARING at the woman before him. 

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the remainers aesthetics: groups 

❛ even when we’re fighting together, we’re still fighting eachother. ❜   

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▐ ⟨ crownedless. ⟩▐

❝       LISTEN. I’M JUST here to pick up some supplies ——-       ❞      at least, that was the plan. his mouth puckers in contempt. frame recoiling from the contact. OUCH. hit hard for a labrat.

     ‘ SUPPLIES? oh yeah, because you guys can’t really do much without us. i forgot. yeah, sure they’re in the back. follow me to a WORLD of your imagination. ‘ fingers splay in sporadic delight, as if to entice the man to think about something more than what lay before his eyes.