𝐊. (𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬)

death sits in the seat next to me / we make a lovely couple.

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⎾ – ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᶠ ˢⁱˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᶠᵒʳ @roumeos ⏌ !

all   happy   moments   in   adonis’s   life   came   to   an   end,   and   while   this   one   isn’t   as   BLEAK   as   the   other   times,   his   come   down   hits   him   harder   then   he   expects,   and   leaves   him   with   a   headache,   tired   eyes,   aching   bones   and   a   hunger   for   a   breakfast   burrito.   the   sun   had   not   yet   peeked   over   the   horizon,   but   the   apartment   belonging   to   his   friends   was   q   u   i   e   t   now,   the   music   playing   at   a   nearly   incomprehensible   level,   and   a   few   sleeping   bodies   resting   on   various   furniture.   the   night   had   been   fun,   what   he   could   remember   of   it   before   he   passed   out   an   hour   or   so   for,   but   now   that   the   excitement   had   dwindled   to   a   ringing   in   the   back   of   his   mind,   adonis   find   himself   beginning   to   plant   his   feet   pack   in   the   plain   of   reality.   hair   askew,   clothes   wrinkled   at   every   curve,   and   more   than   a   few   sketchy   looking   marks   covering   his   body,   he   decides   to   leave   before   any   memories   can   resurface.   door   shutting   with   the   utmost   softness   behind   him   as   to   not   disturb   anyone,   he   rolls   his   shoulder,   bones   popping   at   the   action.   a   surprise   rush   of   breath   leaves   his   lips   when   he   nearly   runs   into   a   rather   …   different   looking   romeo.   eyebrows   raise,   voice   coming   out   hoarse   and   cracking   on   a   few   words.   “   romeo   ?   why   are   you   out   here   ?   ”

[roumeos-blog]

seeking the virgin air of dawn to hit his substance strained body in exchange of some kind of piece of mind was an idea destined to meet failure, the frosty breeze of the early hours of autumn isn’t made to pick up the scattered fragments and glue them back together, much less anoint a bruised heart. steadily, his digits started to fall short to count how many times had he felt so miserable. in the past year, or in the span of time that is his life, the number doesn’t falter. like a curse casted upon him, or so he thought, ignorant to the affliction sister to life. it wasn’t clear if his bones feeling like lead was the aftermath of a lotus-eating soiree or one of the phases indulged by the venomous tableau vivant pupils lingering with remnants of ecstasy witnessed, lower eyelids daubed with dark blotches & cold digits running through tousled peachy locks as his spent form rested on the floor, knees brought close to his chest. the image playing in his clouded mind on loop like a broken track got swept by the ring of adonis’ worn out voice, the chewing of pearly teeth on raw lips ceasing. the inexactitude of where to start had his left eyebrow raising, the weak shake of his head ushering his words.  “ i thought getting some fresh air would help, but turns out i’m wrong. “  he pushed himself back on his feet with rough hands dabbing away any dust that may have stuck to his jeans & walked past him with lips pressed together in a doited grimace and hand scratching the back of his head, not sure if the quivering in his sigh was ridden by exhaustion or the weight in his core.  “ i’m going to sleep, it has been quite the night. “

[roumeos-blog]

♛      ┆      @aricdnas​.

veins flooded with the hedonism ridden substance concocting the itching of his digits drove him to look for her with hues tinted with the black of blown pupils. the music filling up every inch of his penthouse was almost  P A L P A B L E,  senses heightened by the drug, hyperaware  ───  the bodies in the room, the reduced space taken up by the forniture & every touch to his skin was exaggerated, and his arms wrapping tightly around her shoulders only felt the more intense, bodies pressed together triggering a molly driven conflagration.  “ heeeey my baby~ !!! how are you ? “  digits didn’t take long to pinch her cheek, his own aching as the aftermath of the incessant smiling. he could barely hold his excitement, the hand freed from the hold around her shoulders moving from pinching to squishing her face, thumb pressed over her right cheek in contrast to the reamining fingers resting on the other side.  “ i really. want to kiss you right now. say i can. “ a murmur accompanied by the glistening of his eyes & his bottom lip tucked in by white rows of teeth.

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       the irony of romeo being her F I R S T love had dawned on ariadna the moment they started dating. the juliet to his romeo, ariadna felt she played the role of a star - crossed lover well. throughout their relationship, ariadna found herself wondering if their end would be as D E A D L Y, their love strong enough to catalyze the ending of lives. although she can still breathe, ariadna felt as good as dead the night they broke it off. her heart miraculously still beat even after it felt like it had been ripped from her chest, thrown to the floorcarelessly as if their time together meant little to him. he W A L K E D away. she poured her concerns out, her worries about their relationship exposed for romeo to see, & he walked away from the break up. the juliet without her romeo, standing on the balcony calling out to someone who wasn’t even there. her heart didn’t just break, it shattered as the pieces fell to the floor like the tears that streamed down her face.

       the contact of his palm against her cheek only fuels the fire of confusion. her brain works on overdrive as she tries to interpret the signals romeo is sending her, the tension palpable as her tongue swipes at her bottom lip. his touch feels so familiar, N O S T A L G I A its own tidal wave that drowns her in memories ofthem. her mocha hues widen, almost as if she’s begging romeo to follow through, to lean in close enough until their lips could meet. & ariadna hadn’t realized she wanted that again until they were this close. countless bottles of wine, pieces of chocolate, pints of ice cream, & boxes of tissues were used to get over him & closethat chapter of her life. but now, the wound was re-opened – old feelings resurfacing as she wondered whether romeo meant to do T H I S ; to kickstart something old so it could be new. the closer they get, the more certain she feels – he did this on P U R P O S E. it excites her, heart thumping faster for a whole other reason as her plush lips twitch into a small grin. his words wipe the smile from her features, gaze dropping even as his nose rubs against her own – the eskimo kisses, once affectionate, now feel like some sort ofconsolation prize. “ don’t do what ? kiss you ? because perhaps i was foolish but it feels like you W A N T to kiss me too. ” she murmurs, an ache in her tone. “ steal ? you know me well enough ro’ i’m not the type of girl to forget about consent. i just – i thought you wanted to. i W A N T to. ” she pauses for a moment, swallowing the lump in her throat as she whispers, “ i miss you ro’. ” the admission leaves her nearly breathless, forcing herself to be courageous as she meets his gaze.

for better or for worse, he remembers everything. he remembers the first time he saw her, with her silky locks reaching far below her shoulders framing perfectly the face that held the smile that, at the moment, made his breathing hitch in a knot for a few seconds turned into hours of thinking about what had just happened to him. he remembers their first kiss, with the romance of their shared subject pulling them in a bit more than anticipated, digits getting lost in between strands of hair & lips unable to stay away from each other for longer than a second, craving to quench a thirst that seemed to have no end in the dim light of the library. he remembers their first time, with his rows of pearly teeth painting love bites on her skin & her nails decorating his back with scorching red stripes, and their first fight, his blood boiling and his core fluttering with emotions he had never felt before  ───  but that was the thing about ariadna, she plucked out every feeling alien to romeo. he wasn’t scared of the unknown, but rather ignorant to feeling remotely  A N Y T H I N G  other than nothingness, the sensations slipping through cold fingers like particles of golden sand, uncontrollably, too hot at times. it was his own callowness what wrapped a band of blindness around his eyes, stopping him from adding one plus one and realizing that maybe what he felt when her hickory blotched hues glinted everytime he was in her line of vision, how the smile tugging at his seams was the reflection of his heart skipping a tempo at the sight of yet another poem hiding in between pressed pages, or the way a rosy tint blossomed on his cheeks, was nothing more, and nothing less than  L O V E.  he loved the way she wrapped her arms around his frame, loved the way her petite hand fit perfectly with his own, loved the way she whispered sweet words to his ear and tugged the hem of his shirt and filled the expanse of his neck with a trail of red stained kisses he didn’t dare to wipe off. he loved touching and kissing her cheeks, a part of her he learnt to adore before he ever aimed a word at her. he loved taking pictures of her without her knowing, just to stare at them five minutes after they parted ways for the day, loved sharing his clothes with her even if he threw a playful fit everytime, loved the strawberry taste of her lips and the way her perfume always lingered around him. he loved, and loved, and loved, and then loved a little bit more. had he known any better  ( about love, about emotions & how to deal with them, showcase them differently )  he would have realized all of it the moment she walked into that classroom, in contradistinction to uncovering the meaning of the fireworks going rampant in his stomach when she break away from his hold with a tear-stained face and with a heart as shattered as his, would have spared her from so many frustrating days, so many pained nights.

he couldn’t help but pull away from her enough to get a glimpse of her face at the strain in her tone. his worry promptly became something achingly close to  H O P E,  what with the way she worded her sentence, and then  ───  then he felt every inch of his core expanding,  ‘ i want to, i miss you ‘.  the words echoed in his ears as if they were the ring of a beautiful melody, yet pitchy hues softened & a doited beam lightened his features at the clumsiness in her reasoning.  “ you suck at metaphors. know that.  “  his eyes travel the planes of her countenance with his teeth chewing on his bottom lip, longing that which used to be his. he was throwing away those first months of patching up what was left of him, stomping on all the times he swore he would move on to never look back. the promises he made to himself were crushed into mere dust in a matter of seconds & a cluster of heart-swooping words.  “ ariadna. “  her name tasted like sugar in his mouth. unable to stop the sigh from escaping his lips as he rested his forehead back on hers, the pair of hands now cupping her face.  “ what i mean is... i don’t want you to kiss me if that’s all it will be, a kiss. i cannot kiss you now and then continue with my life like it didn’t happen, or like  ─  i don’t know, like i can act indifferent about it. i can’t. i cannot. “  a whirl he can’t quite explain rests on his chest, slightly more aware of the thumping against his rib cage. a last sigh pushes him apart, palms sliding down to her hands, meekly keeping them in his.  “ i miss you, a lot, and i don’t know what to do about it or what to do from here on. “

[roumeos-blog]

♛      ┆      @orivns. TRIGGER WARNING:  g*mini energy, demons.

relaxed, earnest & with clouds of determination painting his eyes, he was standing on the other side of the room with his narrowed raven hues focused on him the way a hunter would eye its prey. he played a little game on his wicked mind with his refined tongue and sly persona, luring him drop by drop until he fell into his trap. insignificant to strangers, so minute yet so powerful  ───  romeo was sure, realization would slap the other like a mad man, obliterating his ego & his pride, proving who stands above the other. with the first two pawns fulfilling their roles, he could start grazing the final result with rough fingertips, electricity shooting through his veins at the thought. he downed the remaining liquid in his cup in one gulp before he strolled to the opposite side, picking up two new glasses filled with a strong but sweet tasting mix.  “ orion ! why that face, hm ? “  the gaiety in his voice and the radiating innocence in his eyes drowned the smile belonging to the devil tilting the comisure of his lips.  “ we should celebrate the society is in good hands now, after all, we are in this together, right ?  “  the glass was lifted closer, eyes tinted in an obscure undertone & grin growing bigger, more menacing.  “ for the society. or you can just prove me right and not have a drink with me. “

[roumeos-blog]

       she grew adept at reading people like a beloved novel – her time a part of the cartel spent O B S E R V I N G. speaking unless spoken to was frowned upon, especially as a young girl born in a misogynistic community. back then she was good for one thing – playing the fool, living up to the expectation that she was nothing but a pretty face to be toyed with like the dolls that litter the shelves in her O L D room. her silence was mistaken for submission, all the while ariadna kept tabs on everyone – especially her brother, the source of her incessant worrying. with head kept down, secrets & lies were easy to catch – & perhaps her father knew that, could see the T R U T H in her mocha hues ( lo sé todo ). he sent her away at the right time, the money from diadem imperium simply icing on his cake. yet, for all the credit she gives herself for reading between the lines, romeo has always been & still is a M Y S T E R Y. his thoughts chained away, each key she tries neverseems to unlock them. & so his proximity surprises her, not expecting to feel the body heat that radiates off of him as he answers her question.

       despite the steady thump of her heart, ariadna feels B R E A T H L E S S. her lungs have forgotten their function, mouth cotton ball dry as her dark hues study the other – gaze drifting from his eyes to his moving lips. it shouldn’t feel like a profession, yet ariadna can’t help but compare the sonnet to T H E M. their romance had blossomed in the summertime – had romeo compared her beauty to a summer’s day ? or had she been the only one to see the other as a breath of F R E S H air – so long lives this, & this gives life to thee. his words die out, ariadna suddenly more aware of just how close they truly are now – his lips a centimeter within reach. electricity thrums through her veins, blood turned ichor as she tries to resist the pull of moving even C L O S E R to romeo. her longing for him hits her square in the chest, a blow that disrupts the cadence of her fragile heart – SHE MISSES HIM. & not the him that completes his coursework with her, but the himthat would lean forward & kiss her until she could taste her strawberry chapstick on his spit slicked, swollen lips. what if she made the first move ? was as bold & daring as lizzie bennett ? or as impulsive as jo march? the realist in her head pipes up, a reminder that their demise was H I S doing. he never fought for them the way she had. rather than make a F O O L of herself, ariadna musters the strength to breathe out weakly, “ howsilly of me – yes of course, that makes complete sense. ” her voice trails off, a whisper he can still hear given their positioning.

having her so intimately close before him was tantamount to the honeyed whispers in the ears of pristine, innocent and gullible eve chattering about promises of a fruit so exquisite, so worth it, prompting her to dig her teeth in that which is forbidden to her, cave into the pleasure & drag adam with her into their pool of sins. poor, foolish eve, not listening to the voice tugging at her wrist telling her how wrong she was, ignoring all warnings to taint the tips of her fingers with shame and vice, strokes of red tinting her cheeks in an aggressive red, but not quite as acute as the vexed voice slapping her wrongdoings in her ethereal visage for everybody to see. did it amount to what you were promised, eve ? searing your unsullied soul, luring your lover to go astray with you and getting kicked out of a painless paradise rid off mundane responsabilities  ─── was it worth it ? i hope it was.

romeo was no stranger to sinning, more mortal than he would wish to be, and like eve, he gave in to temptation, right hand lovingly cupping her cheek before he could even have the chance to register what he was doing into his brain & stop himself. it felt so good, so alleviating, something he used to do so often becoming a ghost nagging at his palms until they itched. yet it wasn’t enough anymore, not reached that point. so he let his hand take control over his rational side, going in a little deeper, a little more intimate, rough thumb stroking peachy skin & palm resting in the juncture between her jaw and semblance, digits running ever so softly around her nape. the limit was met when he reposed their foreheads together with eyes fluttered shut and a know tight in his throat. he knew getting any further would be an unforgivable offence  ( for his heart, for his peace of mind )  , yet pulling away from the only individual he had dedicated so many sleepless nights filled with yearning before he could get a taste of what used to be his favourite flavour, favourite candy, or even a word from it, was as much of a pernicious sin, an action that would surely be added to the brief list of the most painful things he had ever done  ( the first one was letting her go ).  he swallowed slowly, tongue peeking out to wet his lips as he nuzzles her button nose once, twice.  “ don’t─ don’t do it. “  a murmur, a pause & the first dagger clawing his core.  “ don’t lean any closer if you’re just going to steal a kiss. i won’t let you steal yet another thing from me. not like this. “  his tone is soft, yet serious, piercing, with his jaw clenched and a visage painted with the faintest of frowns.

[skvlars]

╚ ❀ —  ❛ ROMEO:

        it S H O U L D be weird, THIS should be weird. yet, it feels far from it – ariadna comfortable in their mutual silence as she peruses an analysis for class. her long, brunette locks conceal her face like a curtain, head bent as she diligently works on the assignment. after their break up, ariadna accepted the fact that she & romeo would SEE each other more often than she preferred thanks to their shared area of study. it was easy to play pretend, slapping a smile onto her features like a price tag as if the night before had never consisted of empty wine glasses & tear soaked poetry – the fresh ink B L E E D I N G just as her heart had. this, though, didn’t feel F O R C E D, her love for romeo’s literary brain outweighing any bad blood between them. the two worked well together, ideas bounced as the words seemed to flow. as cliché as it sounded, the pair really did complete each other’s sentences. she yawns, hand covering her opened mouth as she gazes up romeo. “ ro ? ” she prompts softly, tucking a loose strand of chocolate behind her ear. “ have you gotten to question three yet ? i just cannot seem to figure out the answer – perhaps my brain is muddled from interpreting all these metaphors on four shots of espresso. ” the smile she cracks is genuine, laughter tumbling from her to replace the S I L E N C E, which feels more ominous due to the dimly lit space. a few months ago, ariadna would have considered the lighting romantic – an excuse to whisper shakespeare’s lines in an exchange for kisses. shoving memories & fantasies from her brain, ariadna tries her best to ground herself in the present as she looks at romeo like a damsel in distress. ⌜ @roumeos. ⌟

[roumeos-blog]

if a booklet on how romeo works were to be published, one of the first pages would relate in black ink how easy it is for him to act like life & most of its situations aren’t that deep  ───  because for him, it genuinely isn’t. so waking up in the morning with a nonchalant attitude over the previous night  ( a sex affair, a party that got too out of control, his lips pressing against those of a blurry face triggered by the ecstasy cluttering his vessels )  was a daily routine, an unfeigned one, for romeo didn’t get to feel much. the exception walked into his life in the form of roses pressed in between pages & delicate hands grazing the neck of your shirt. like a hurricane, heaving every emotion he had missed the chance to experience and intestifying them, yet somehow the one he should have treasured the most was left ignored. thus, romeo being his normal self around ariadna took a couple of months, incanculable empty bottles of alcohol and a thin layer of indifference. not an ounce of rancour tainted the red ink her name was written in, however  ───  how could he, when it was his own ineptness what drew their fated tale to an end ?

macbook laid open in front of his books, black pen held in between slender fingers inking diligently the pale paper, he let out a distracted hum in response, pen falling idle atop the table as he leaned over, the faint sound of his chair being dragged closer to hers & his chuckle filling the air. bottom lip is tucked gently in between white incisors as his eyes trail over the question.  “ oh, sonnet 18. it’s an analogy wherein the love the speaker feels equates what summer brings, from its beauty and the sensation of never-ending thrill, to how─ “  face turning to lock dark hues with hers, his words meet a fatal fate in his tongue at the proximity between them, with his mouth agape and his shoulders tense.  close. too close.  the irremediable flick of his eyes landing on the temptation that were her lips had his adam’s apple bobbing in a gulp, tongue feeling like sand paper and eyes slowly trailing every stroke that made up her face, halting with dark hues meeting.  “ ─his feelings have a life of their own, uncontrollable and rampant, a love that shall not wither. “  he picked up his thread of words with his heart hammering hard against his torax. ceaseless. loudly. a reminder of how deep in he is  ───  has always been.

[winkwins]

[roumeos-blog]

the   sudden   scolding   in   his   ears   accompanied   with   romeo   coming   into   adonis’s   line   of   vision   makes   his   heart   skip   a   beat,   eyes   shooting   to   the   others   form   as   he’s   hands   him   the   water   bottle.   a   surprised   look   remains   on   his   face   as   digits   grip   the   plastic,   weakly,   a   small   grin   coming   onto   his   lips.   despite   the   insults   being   hurled   his   way,   adonis   had   never   been  more   happy   to   be   yelled   at   in   his   life,   and   even   more   so   to   see   the   one   person   who   managed   to   stay   by   his   side   no   matter   what.   he   gently   removes   the   cap   from   the   water   and   begins   to   down   it,   relief   evident   as   his   thirst   is   finally   quenched.   head   falls   to   his   pillows,   half   the   water   gone   as   he   gives   a   small   exhale.   “   i   do   know.   ”   he   speaks   aloud,   this   time   more   stable.   “   i   was   an   idiot,   i   realized   that   as   i   was   about   to   pass   out,   trust   me.   ”   eyes   meet   romeo’s,   and   his   heart   swells   with   a   feeling   of   gratitude,   followed   by   a   rush   of   guilt.   “   i’m   sorry   you   had   to   find   me   like   that.   ”   he   admits,   thumb   swiping   at   his   bottom   lip.   “  i   should   have   stopped   while   i   was   ahead,   i   just   got   so   .….   ”   a   pause.   “  down.   i   didn’t   think   it   would   actually  hurt   me.  i   promise   i’m   done.   no   more.   ever   again.   ”  pinky   finger   stretches   out,   wiggling   toward   the   other.   “  pinky   swear.   ”  

rows of teeth pressed tight together elicited the tension in his jawline, masseter clenching and brown colored irises settled on the semblance resting below him  ───  attentive, with a hint of dudgeon, and with the promise of forgiveness coming in waves. the trail of words threatening to spill were instead replaced by the raising of thick eyebrows, a roll of the eyes & a fake gagging sound at the nothing but  I N N O C E N T  gesture.  “ god, you’re disgusting. how old do you think we are, panini ? “  pinky fingers were already interlaced between his palms cupping adonis’ when his sentence reached its end, the hidden promise of not drowning in the light spoken of in tales sealed between bickering words lacking venom.  “ do it again anytime soon and i’ll see myself forced to buy a whip. i know you like that, but i doubt it’d be something enjoyable. “  he spoke with digits still interlocked and eyes focused on checking the time on his phone.  “ the plan is to go get food once you’re free to go  ─  the one here is fucking nasty. then we’re going to your house, it has to smell like shit in there, so you’re going to clean all that by yourself. i’ll take all your stupid drugs and the rest is up to you. maybe wash your mouth ? take a shower ? be a fucking human ? “  the jawn settling a full stop got drowned on his elbow, a small pool of tears resting on the edge of his eyes.  “ and nap. not all of us had the privilege to sleep for hours today. “

[roumeos-blog]

VAL.  ☇ group chat:  UMDM💘💦

    - GOD ROMEO     - what were you trying to make     - ur not allowed to cook by yourself anymore     - actually ur not allowed too cook at all anymore     - are you really texting this rn while the apartment is in flames ??

CELIA. ☇ group chat:  UMDM💘💦

   - if you survive the laid counter can be fixed tomorrow    - just kidding !    - but seriously does it matter what he was trying to make ???    - he’s burned water    - anyways rip ! new roommate needed !

ROMEO.  ☇ group chat:  UMDM💘💦

     - WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M NOT ALLOWED TO COOK ANYMORE      - do you want me to starve      - is that what you want      - a body like mine... it wouldn’t be what it is without food, it’s high maintenance      - um what am i supposed to do, call the police?? try to keep it under control????      - you’re the first people i think of when i have death knocking at the fucking door and this is         how i get treated? i’ll remember this      - did celia just offer her tainted body to ME if i survive this.      - is she offering to suck my dick right now. in this pristine chat. in my christian suburbs.      - val you saw that right? celia hoeing around and trying to get a hold of my dick while i try to         survive?      - how is cel’s counter going, i’m worried here      - i’m not your rebound sex toy!!!!!!!      - okay the water incident is not how you’re making out to be so keep your lips tight, fiend      - ohhhh my fucking god. i may actually die here      - this is not how i had in mind to die      - i haven’t rawed in so long it’s almost like dying a virgin      - valeria effendi can relate to this on a chakra level      - my last words... what should i say, this is so sudden. what the fuck

[roumeos-blog]

ROMEO. ( @cvlias + @tempcrance )   ☇ group chat:  UMDM💘💦

     - i am alone in this house      - which isn’t bad      - but what makes it bad is      - i thought cooking something was a good idea      - well, bad idea!      - you can use this against me whenever i say i have never had a bad idea      - first one ever, a legend has fallen down today      - but the point is      - there’s another fire haha      - i’m going to die with the fire counter to 0 and the laid one way too high

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from   the   moment   his   eyes   had   shut   for   the   second   time   that   day,   adonis   knew   not   who   he   was   nor  where   he   was   going.   feels   hands   underneath   his   body   like   a   phantom   in   the   cool   air   of   his   apartment   and   let’s   the   blackness   of   his   mind   take   hold   once   again.   only   this   time   he   sees   nothing,   hear’s   nothing,   feels   nothing.   cocooned   in   a   safety   net   of   nothing   for   some   time.   dreams   play   in   his   head,   a   mixture   of   the   fantastical   and   reality,   all   spinning   a   web   in   his   consciousness   where   he   lay   huddled   into   a   ball   made   of   his   own   self   insignificance.   it   is   by   his   own   inclination   his   sleep   induced   mind   settles   on   his   friends.   friend   -   he  supposes.  romeo.   where   was   he   now   ?   what   thoughts   absorbed   his   mind   ?   the   guilt   of   ever   having   to   speak   of   what   he’d   done   to   himself   to   his   only   true   companion   was   …   not   a   welcome   one.   he   could   only   imagine   what   he’d   think,   and   that   alone   strikes   an   uneasiness   he   can’t   comprehend.   eyes   flutter   open   slowly,   adjust   to   the   dim   lighting   of   the   unknown,   and   lord   knows   adonis   feels   the   weight   of   a   thousand   bricks   on   his   chest.   he   blinks   for   what   feels   like   half   an   hour,   hands   twitching   at   his   sides   and   breaths   leaving   his   mouth   in   slow   paced   intervals.   he   is   not   sure   he’s   even   there,   grounded   only   by   the   many   tubes   coming   from   his   body   and   the   one’s   in   his   nostrils.   he   sucks   in   a   deeper   breath   this   time,   huffing   out   a   strangled   cough   sound   before   he   settles   back   into   soft   sheets.   hospital.   he   was   at   a   hospital.   there’s   a   sigh   of   relief   that   goes   unspoken,   head   lolling   against   the   pillow   stuck   behind   his   head   for   a   moment   or   so.   it’s   then   he   notices   how  THIRSTY   he   is,   throat   dry   and   craving   for   relief.   he   searches   for   a   call   button,   but   finds   it   dangling   on   the   wall   behind   him,   an   annoyed   flick   of   his   fingers   given.   it   takes   a   solid   minute   or   so   for   him   to   gather   the   will   to   let   out   a   strangled   “  hello   ?  ”   hoping   some   nurse,   doctor,   passerby   happened   to   hear   him.  “   fuck. ”   he   grumbles   to   himself,   closing   his   eyes   and   feeling   the   urge   to   let   sleep   take   him   more   yet   again.

tick, tock.  tick, tock.  tick, tock.

the steadfast hammering of the clock hands in his eardrums was surely more vexatious than falling into a state of complete desensitization.

it was as time kept slipping through his fingers like thin & golden sand that he started to become  H Y P E R A W A R E  of every minute detail  ───  the specialists walking in and out of adonis’ room without muttering a word  ( a reassurance, a  ‘ don’t worry ‘  ),  the buzzing of his phone until he decided shutting it off was for the best, in how much deep shit they could find themselves into after this  ( adonis for being too  C A R E L E S S  , romeo as the bird from the same flock ), and the clock hanging not too far away from his stance jagging him on the shoulder,  ‘ tick tock tick tock he’s still not here with you ‘  .

his legs transitioned from feeling tired ouf of his obstinacy to not take a seat at the waiting room  ( ‘ too far away, not close enough ‘ )  to jiggly, the set nearly failing him for a second, when the nurse transmitted the good news,  ‘ he’s stable & currently resting, you can wait inside ‘  . romeo doesn’t have much of an opinion on celestial deities of any kind, but he swore he felt the hands of god’s most cherished angel soothing the knots plaging his muscles one by one with slender and loving fingers, its wings embracing him in a blanket of reassurance & momentary mental peace. he allowed the couch laying close to the hospital bed to smother him in its comfort, only being interrupted when the broken voice and struggles of the latter put an end to the silence flooding the four walls, long enough for him to have dozed out for a couple of minutes at some point.

the trail of thoughts telling romeo to strangle him came back in at full force, the dread poisoned muscles converting into a burning bloodstream, his tired factions now portraying a semblance that only showed utmost crossness & disgruntlement, the lengthy sigh accretioning it. sluggish steps lead him to stand next to the bed, and to his finger to stab his arm multiple times  ( two extra stabs after he earned his full attention )  before handing him the bottle of water.  “ you’re- a fucking dumbass. an idiot sandwich. maybe a panini. i hope you know that. “  in romeo language, it translates into  ‘ i’m happy you’re fine, i care about you & i love you ‘  .

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♛      ┆      TASK OO1   »   elections.

spotless black shiny suit abreast a burgundy silk dress shirt wrapped his tall frame in a blanket of elegance and unandulterated confidence, almost threatening, idle impulses scratching the line of narcissism. there was something dark around him, as if the soul of a leonidas leading his 300 spartans and 900 helots to a war against the persians who threatened to reduce the greece they called home to ashes had decided to merge with his own, as if an almighty god decided to reside in him and enjoy the show. dangerous, determined, with his prey right in front of his eyes, teasing his fingertips in a way it made him feel thrilled, the euphoria triggering through his veins chained up by nothing more than simple resolution, the will of a final goal interlocking fingers with the immense pleasure that comes with the promised result, and maybe, he had a bit of greed for power in him. just for this once, let’s sink into the sin that is lusting for power.

out of all the occassions, today’s wasn’t one he plastered his immaculate threaded mask of perfect appareance on his semblance  ───  he had nothing to hide, his honed but saccharine & sly tongue was naturally implanted in him.

sharp jaw was pressed tightly together, hickory hues holding an ominous blaze deep within them. patient, yet with a thirst that had him gulping harshly. composed, yet with an eagerness he hadn’t been met with in a long, long time. yet his confidence & conviction didn’t falter for a second. as easy as stealing candy from a kid, whether he wins or not. he was born for this, to entertain an audience with his twisted but velvety tongue. in more scenarios than one, he felt like a young god  ───  unstoppable, untouchable, with the olympus casting a cocoon of unconditional blessings & protection upon him.

this one time may have been one of them.

digits itching with ambition smooth the cuffs of his blazer, halting to dart his eyes with a raised eyebrow to the person calling him to step forward. his tongue clicks as hands reach for the bottle of water standing beside the front legs of his chair, uncapping it to take a long sip, adam’s apple bobbing slowly. the water-filled plastic was left behind atop his seat the moment he marched with long legs to the podium. he stood there like he already owned the place, slender fingers caressing the border of the pristine wood with love-filled touches followed closely by his eyes & a raised eyebrow that only accentuated the smug smile stretching his plump, pink tinted lips, head slightly tilted to the side. the confidence radiating from him was nothing short of maddening. intimidating for some.

sharp hues didn’t take long to fix themselves on the small audience, smile only growing bigger, more menacing as they ran from left to right, the faintest scoff shaking his frame. the devil was standing next to him, hand on his shoulder and contract splayed on the firm surface of the podium  ───  ‘ make them sign it. ‘

the smug smile turned into a sweet giggle, the soft shaking from side to side of his head making his neatly styled hair sway a bit, chin resting on his right hand as he took a more relaxed pose.  “ it’s hard to believe i’m running for president this year, isn’t it ? it’s hard to believe it myself. “  a beam is resting on his lips as he raises his eyebrows, wiggling them once. shaking his head as he looks down, hands reach to fix his tie, he lets the set of words spill.  “ i would say i’m nervous standing here, but if i were to start my speech with a lie, it would take away every bit of veracity from what is yet to be spoken, right ? “  with digits done playing around with the fabric, he stares back into the eyes of those in front of him.  “ so as always, i’m going to remain honest, for the sake of the society, and in the place of those candidates who may choose toying with you over being a honorable person as the best resolution. “  his hands hold tightly onto the borders of the podium, that lopsided smile he got from lucifer plastered on his face as he leans forward in a small push up, arms flexing with the motion.  “ hm, so here we go. “ he resumes to a straight position, index finger tapping against the food.  “ staying on this line of utmost honesty we are walking together, it’s not a secret that outside of my formal duties i am known for being a bit too troublesome, a bit too crazy, and going the extra mile, an absolute asshole. some of you more likely think i’m stupid. why lie ? “  a shrug and raised arms follow his words, a hint of playfulness hiding in the corners of his lips.  “ that’s what a great majority of you know me for: the way i choose to be in my private life. but it isn’t a secret that outside of this building, and once i step a foot outside my private daily life, i hold an untarnished reputation built on fine manners, a composed and calm personality, a selfless attitude and an excellent academic career as old as i am myself. in short, i am seen as a respectable person and a model student who commits to his studies and responsibilities, never once failing to adhere to his duties, adored by teachers and the higher-ups in this university. “  with teeth biting softly on his lower lip and head tilted, soft eyes trail over the audience.  “ the society can benefit immensely from this, and inadvertently, it secures that i am a responsible candidate  ─  for if i’m chosen as the new president, the society will become one of my most important liabilities. “

“ were any problems to arouse, we would have the certitude of being guarded by my father’s buffet, composed by the best lawyers only, included my father himself. “  there was a bitter taste lingering in his tongue left by the spoken words, acknowledging his parent for what he is never a favourite for romeo. “ it would be my  B  I G G E S T  pleasure to be elected as the next one in our line of past eloquent presidents that have made diadem imperium what it is today  ─  a society for the generations chosen to make an impact in the world, a remarkable change worthy of our names. “  the flow of words fall down the brims of his lips accompanied by the hand resting on his chest, almost a reverence aimed at the spectators.  “ aware of the importance of this role, and raised by parents who always aimed for the best in every minuscule aspect, i am more than confident i am qualified to take our society in the direction it deserves, with the collaboration of  e v e r y  member taken into consideration, and not in the one a single greedy individual thinks will benefit them best. this is run on a democracy  ─  let’s start treating it like one. together. “

it is with a satisfied smile bringing out the light in him that he lets out a long sigh, body swaying promptly.  “ i urge you to place all your bets on me and honor me with your faith  ─  for, this once, i won’t be leading you into the wolf’s mouth. thank you for gifting me with your time and ears, and i hope to meet you as your new president soon. “

did i talk shit? absolutely.

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            it’s peaceful , many would say . the jolts playing against every muscle & nerve to their own rhythm create a new tone , one of which she has no choice but to follow beyond her own cognition   -   one she wants to follow . eternal youth consumes her , a feeling of which she truly believes will never leave , of which will continue to live within substance plagued veins as long as she wills it to . if only she weren’t so naive . pleasure subsides , & eventually begins to be left with nothing but the blurred remnants of the night before   –   for now , in the moments of pure & unadulterated hedonism , her body consumes self - doubt & insecurity into that of uncensored bliss . her reactions slow , barely able to respond to the sudden affection shown by the other until hands brush over swollen cheeks & their vicinity becomes closed . her gaze refuses to break , pupil ridden hues stare as nothing more than a content sigh follows his confessional .   ’   i love you , okay ?don’t forget that … i love you ,   ’   tensed jaw forces into that of an over - enthused beam . laughter , light &unfaltering against their current states , follows each press of lips against reddened skin . every touch moreexaggerated than the one before ; skin wanting to be felt . lips part once more , as though a saccharine tongue knew the words which were oh - so willing to be spoken before she did ,   ‘  i’ve never told you this , but you’re so pretty , the prettiest boy i’ve ever talked to … that stays between us , okay ? promise ?   ’   there’s a softness to her voice that only manages to come out in times of severe inebriation , masked in affinity & adoration for the other above all else . she’s tranquil yet vitalized , euphoric yet electric , every vein creating its own pulse against sweat - ridden skin .   –    before he offers an answer , there’s an unfaltering pressure on her wrist which urges her forward , feet barely following behind as a fit of unassuming mirth &joviality mirrors his . she truly became nothing more than the substance coursing through a petite frame .typical .   ’   you … you have a plan , i can tell .   ’

what started as a giggle promptly unshackled into a laughing fit, high-pitched & with his head being thrown back, a bliss injected bellow erupting from his throat.  “ the prettiest, you say ? “  blown pupils looked back at her with such a virginal glint in them, you’d be fooled into believing that was the first time he had heard those words.  “ i promise ─ but i won’t let you live this one “  beam so wide his eyes became crescents, he’s sure a small  ‘ i love you ‘ left his lips. who it was directed to, he doesn’t really know. icy air finally splaying its stinging fingers on exposed skin felt like a blanket made of glacial threads was being wrapped around his tall stance, the substance invading his bloodstream intestifying everything & anything, even the presence walking close behind.  “ a plan with too many plans planned isn’t a good plan, have you never heard that ? “  whatever that was supposed to mean, he hoped for her to get the idea that he did, in fact, not know what the fuck he was doing, but that something was ought to come out of it  ───  that one was a promise. long & quick steps, and a romeo giving celia a piggyback ride at some point, carried them to a doorstep he was way too familiar with, accustomed digits switfly reaching for the key & walking into the house as if it were his own.  “ awww, adonis isn’t home. “ the pout lying on his jutted out bottom lip was almost audible, the faintest of whines rolling out of his mouth, ─  “ well. we’ll just surprise him. “  ─ though, that was short lived as his word were accompained by a shrug of his shoulders. it was with a mischievous smile, hands tucked in the pockets of his jeans & irises drowned by expanded pupils that he faced her, eyebrows momentarily raising as he spoke:  “ want to meet his pool ? “

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