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@pxllux-blog
“slurred words”
Send “slurred words” to hear see my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
slurred words [tell me i'm pretty]
Send “slurred words” to hear see my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
forbidden words ;; ok, i'm going to tag them with 'notes ;;' bc they might be annoying to some? idk. so yes.
SLURRED WORDS MOTHERFUCKER
Send “slurred words” to hear see my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
slurred words (except do it for my castor blog)
Send “slurred words” to hear see my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
slurred words ( omg this should be fun )
Send “slurred words” to hear see my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
pxllux liked for a starter:
❝ You got the cameras ready for later? ❞
A quick NOD ; everything was good. He would not risk the only thing that could go RIGHT. THEN ; a simple sign. Easy enough to understand that he returned the question. ARE YOU PREPARED?
you have good taste in music <3
Forbidden words ;; Thank you so much, love !! I really enjoy Damien Rice’s music, though I’m a big fan of Mumford and Sons as well. I fell in love instantly. A lot of people in my school and surroundings don’t know them (strangely enough!), but that’s okay. I’m glad you enjoy it, as well !!
& WINDS touched his skin and sandy hair, the first in ages, or so it seemed. To be denied of the beauty of nature - her twirling leaves and buzzing bees ( even the SMELL of lavender & mint !! ) - it had been quite unbearable.
I CAN BREATHE AGAIN.
It took some time to write it down & look around simultaneously - but for what it's worth, there's truth within his words. Even his often contagious smile could convince you of the fact that he belonged OUTDOORS. Free. Like a bird. At last.
Delicate | Damien Rice
forbidden words ;; being assigned to write a script for a play at school within two days more like you could've just said you wished me dead
❝ you’re not supposed to be in here. ❞
Scribbled quick & clean, not to disturb the sleeping HIJACKED near them ; Neither are you.
pxllux
RAIN FALLS HEAVY on the DISTRICT 13 ground, each splatter seems to permeate the air with a darkness — a tension that he CANNOT deny has been building for months; since they become PRISONERS of the REBELLION && to over throwing the Capitol. It can be hard; too much to handle — too much to stomach. && yet, somehow, he is still standing — well sitting, but his disability isn’t going to stop him from chasing down the only person he can understand && that CAN speak to him (well when he says speak …). He’s trying hard to get out over the rubble but his chair isn’t meant for the outdoors and it’s not long before he topples over, glasses askew momentarily as he cries out — surprised by his sudden collision with the rubble surrounding the outside doors. He doesn’t even know if pollux is STILL near but he CRIES out anyways. ❛ Please, DON’T leave — don’t abandon me here. ❜ SELFISH. SELF-SERVING.Beetee is guilty of being both as he begs for Pollux to come back, TO stay rather than run away. Where would he even go? Would he rather die in the wilderness than WASTE here away with the rebels? With him?
DARKNESS. Whether the sun shone & fireplaces scorched his skin, there would be darkness either way. Revenge , r e p a y m e n t , did it matter if the sacrifices were what he FOUGHT for? Oh dear god ; the shame he carried of leaving him behind, because , apparently , it was the RIGHT thing to do - it would haunt him on sombre & desolate nights. Though he had achieved to go far beyond grieving in silence. To stray from humanity & help & the ever comforting ‘everything is perfect, it never happened!’ culture was to find an escape he desperately needed.
HE’S DEAD, BEETEE. It was nothing personal. Pollux just needed AIR where there was none given. And he needed air fast. Though packed with enough food and water for DAYS , his disappearance was sudden & without hesitation, driven by pure MISERY & anguish. None could know. None could make an attempt at stopping him in his path, whilst sleeplessness and depression worsened his situation. CASTOR IS GONE, HE’S GONE, HE’S GONE. HE’S DEAD, HE’S DEAD, He wasn’t Pollux anymore. He was a shadow of a man once praised for his kindness, weighted down by the events of the day. No more hope, no more fighting, no more ANOTHER before himself. He was done. Done and tired. I LEFT HIM BEHIND AND HE IS NO MORE. HE- & yet he could not leave Beetee ROTTING all alone. He was done, but not heartless. His friend's translator repeating signals as clear as the day , vivid and quick - but Pollux stood silent, perhaps a whole lot of feet away , rain flooding down upon their muddy appearances. There was a long silence on Pollux's side while he watched his friend struggle, eyes closed and a sound escaping his throat that could be described as wailing ; ugly and raw. Then, a pledge, I'M GOING TO HELP YOU OUT, BEETEE. BUT I'M NOT LETTING HIM DIE ON HIS OWN. I CAN'T DO THAT. OH, GOD, HE'S DEAD AND I AM TO BLAME.