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[onrataxia]

FOR: @akarablooming DATE/TIME: 09/21 AM 2:30 LOCATION: the Mangled Mermaid

Here he comes. Again.

He’s not surprised when he looks up from the counter to find familiar pretty features weaving through the crowd of sea-roughened face. He would like to be, sure, but alas. By now, this has become the expected. No matter how many times he tells the boy off, trying to warn him to stay home, wherever ‘home’ maybe, he just keeps coming back like some lost ghost let loose from its mausoleum.

Already, there are eyes being drawn to the newest arrival, and more than one pair of hands is reaching out to grab at this fever-haze dream made real. “Alright alright, knock it off!” he intervenes, easily pulling patrons, already unsteady on their feet, away from their prize and out the door. Only after he’s seen the worst of the mob off does he turn back to Akara, disapproval clear even as he pulls the boy behind the counter and into the back hall with him.

“You’ve gotta stop getting lost in here princess, it’s not good for your health.” They’re in the small employee’s room now, door locked and muffling the sound of laughter and breaking glass. “And right during the busiest hour when these idiots are at their drunkest too, are you outta your mind?”

[dreamgvrls]

CLOSED: to @akarablooming for event 02 LOCATION: ANÁNKĒ  DATE & TIME: 09/18 @ 4:30PM

a girl grows up on a large estate, amongst well-trimmed hedges, chandelier crystals, and fragrant blooms. she listens to the birds for company, sings to them in soft, quivering notes as she spins—alone, alone—amongst the hallways. this is her world until she is whisked away, a lovers’ tryst that reaches long across the city and away from her gilded cage. she finds herself in a small home, she makes her own castle of it, decorating it with all her favorite things, of smells that remind her of a home no longer hers. her prince comes and goes until one day he is gone and for the first time she are left out in the open, exposed, no more than a naked rose. 

this is the fact of her life: she has always lived in dollhouses, all she knows are walls.

lost again—every time she is allowed outside she goes spinning along, legs taking her this way and that, barely more than a mouse in a maze facing a series of dead ends. the under is particularly tricky, no sun to guide her east or west, not a friendly face in sight to point her this way or that. 

today, she stumbles upon a set of intricate doors, vines threatening to choke the stone beneath. it is alive in that way that draws out a curiosity from within her, its twisting, reaching arms allows her to follow something rather than setting out on a path all her own. she follows the edge of the maze, opening the door before her. another lure, the scent of something warm and nearly human. it reminds her of a place she has missed dearly, of memories long lost, sunbeam smells and waking upon linen after a long night of love. 

moving amongst the bottles, she raises a hand to touch a bottle—does it call out to her? use me, i’m yours.