#(dolor)

[trustusvoxtek]

@couers-populaire

A flicker of air and suddenly the demon is leaning against a wall,arms crossed as his blue eyes scan the television overlord. Prim pressed suit and tie in perfect position and black hair neatly combed. Everything about him oozes authority and arrogance. “Here I am,pup. Are you going to bite now?” He only eases off the wall to idly pluck at whatever speck seems to offended his otherwise perfect attire. “I want to see exactly what you are made of. A test of your will.”

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Vox shrugged dramatically, putting on his best charming smile and moving toward the newcomer.

"Whoa-ho-ho, stranger! Welcome to Vee Tower!" Vox laughed, resting his hands on the demon's shoulders. "You look dashing, by the way. I'm not interested in proving myself to you or causing property damage to my own building. But if you'd like to audition, become a star, you're in the right place, baby!"

[altartidingarchive]

I didn't go to see the city, I went to see it around you.

[altartidingarchive]

It's like always feeling empty and floating but with this underlying desperation for something better.

[altartidingarchive]

Sometimes the sadness floods, comes in like high tide dragged by the moon, and sometimes it just laps at my edges until I'm crumbling away. Nothing is right anymore, nothing is good. Everything that used to be black and white is grey, and I still feel like I need the cut and dry categories. I feel intrinsically wrong. I feel flawed beyond redemption. I feel like the only way to continue is to tear myself open at the seams and start again. Like I need to let the waves take me away, let the ocean drown me. Maybe if I wasn't so scared to take a breath I'd learn to drown by breathing water but even when I'm on dry land I feel like choking.