#ariadne jiang

[lucrezia-venus]

luce  ↠ ari

when - phone call, the morning after the Picnic Meeting

where - over the telephone

who - closed with Ariadne

luce: The caller ID surprises Luce, picking up with a smile in her tone. "Well isn't this a nice surprise." There's only a slight note of jest.

[lucrezia-venus]

WHERE: a dream or  ̷a̷ ̷n̷i̷g̷h̷t̷m̷a̷r̷e̷ WHEN: the breath between revival WHO: @jupitersari​ // self-para

Those who believed death would set you free were poor, blind dreamers.  In death, Lucrezia only found chains. She was driven by nothing and guided by no one.  Death was a solitary existence, a torture with too many voices that screamed forgotten names in her head.  She could see no one, touch, no one and move nowhere.  If her barrier’s ebbed, Luce had no sense.

She is lost in the darkness, tripping on dreams and turning them to nightmares. There is much she learns, other ghosts with unfulfilled desires that she collides with in the darkness.  They speak only to be forgotten.  When she finds her friends, the ones she lost to life, it is only in this space between.  Tonight it is a raven haired beauty, sat at a piano made of stars.  She holds her hand tightly, meeting the phantom cold of skin as she grasps in desperation.

“Don’t forget me,” she wails, awake in the nightmare.  There is no name in her mind to accompany almond eyes and she speaks without knowing why.  “They will come for you, twist you when you’re not looking.  She’s warned as much.  Do not forget me.” They are eye to eye and Luce see’s the fear in the girl.  “Help me, Ari!”  As soon as the name comes to her, Lucrezia feels herself pulled from the space.  Her footing is dropped and she is lost to the darkness again.

    | ..𝒆𝒏𝒅.. |

[lucrezia-venus]

[text]: don’t need to be a dick about it

[text]: as a rule, i aim against dickishness

[text]: but my god ariadne, he was wearing socks with sandals 

[text]: it’s a hate crime and i will hear no alternative argument