#advent21

[ultra-violences]

He wears the smell of blood and death like a perfume.

[poupounestuff]

moonraf - rock band au but also rivals to lovers au

“I don’t care what you do once you’re off the stage,” snapped Rafaela with practiced (and incomplete) disinterest. “I only care about the band. And taking fangirls backstage- well- that’s not a good look for us. We really need to win that competition. Unwind all you want but remember that what you do in public affects us. Alicia should be the one telling you this, not me!”

Moon’s eyebrows rose up to her hairline at the mention of their publicist. “You don’t care?”

“I don’t.” Rafaela refused to blush. Her warming cheeks didn’t cooperate. “I really, really, really don’t and here’s the reason: what you do in private is none of my business and what I do in private is none of your business. Also, we’re just coworkers, nothing more.”

“Hm.” Moon’s lips twitched into a lopsided smile that made Rafaela’s heart drop in her chest. “That’s like, three reasons.”

[ultra-violences]

And when my time is up, have I done enough? 

Will they tell my story?

[ultra-violences]

My biggest fear is that eventually you will see me the way I see myself.

[ultra-violences]

And suddenly life wasn’t about living. 

It was about surviving.

[ultra-violences]

She is like a river - capricious and fluid, flowing like a rebellious force of nature. And like a river she can be soothing and measured, calming the raging forces behind my eyes.

[ultra-violences]

I’m not like most girls *long pause as I sip strawberry milk through my very complex straw* I’m worse.

[poupounestuff]

A lover? Maybe. Something tender, anyway. But tender like a bruise.