@assholechronicles // Paul ;;
Sometimes the existential dread poured in. Sometimes it felt like they just did the same thing, night after night, waiting to get that next fix. That’s really all it was. An addiction. An addiction that came with the added bonus of some fucked up super powers and some really tight restrictions.
Marko tried not to slow down. Ever. The faster he went, the less he thought. Silence was detrimental. A little scary, even. So he just went - sometimes on autopilot. Even though a lot of his physical sensations had dulled after death, and he’d been told he wasn’t a very emotional personal to start with, he had always had a creeping suspicion that if he really stopped to look at himself for long enough all the pain and shit would be bubbling right under the surface.
Can’t risk it.
“Let’s get fucked up,” he said as he elbowed his brother roughly. Paul was always a lot of fun. He was the embodiment of loud and fast, which was just what he was hoping for. It was part of the reason they got along so well. “Suggestions?”