#azarathian.

[d-eadeye]

It emits as a low and distant grumble, something preternatural and unpleasant, and the words are reluctant to flee his coarse, callused throat. It is with a rare stoicism that he utters the truth of his predicament, somber tone scratching against the humid air like hard-beaten gravel . . . @azarathian, ✩.

"Ain't lookin' good fer me, is it..?" asks Jesse, the wound wrought along the flat of his forearm wide and bloody like a desert canyon. There is a brief shimmer of ecru, the pale pith of exposed bone; there is, too, something more sinister. A queer darkness clots the abundant ruby drippings. "You ain't gotta say it. Knew as much when the bitch got me [too vexed to excuse his abrasive swears]."

[pinkbolts]

it is safer to just push everyone away.

safer  or  easier…   that  the  age—old  question  that  both  titans  constantly  asked  themselves:   light  and  shadow  always  understanding  each  other,    or  not  at  all.    star  remained  relatively  quiet  at  the  round  dining  room  table:     eyes  unmet  &  dropped  to  look  at  hardwood,   unlike  her  to  be  silent  &  wrapped  in  metaphor.   koriand’r  was  still  funneling  in  the  best  way  to  approach  obstacle  at  hand.   hmm…   there  would  be  no  more  mention  of  that.   digits  find  comfort  in  thermos  settled  in  front  of  her,   watching  the  steam  roll  as  curiosity  twinkles  from  her  tongue,   “   do  you  really  believe  that   ?     ———or  can  i  tell  you  i  sense  the  lie  between  your  teeth,   or  maybe  that’s  just  spinach   ?   “   it  almost  brings  a  smile  to  her  own  face,   if  the  conversation  was  different  &  directed  at  someone  else…   perhaps  that  might’ve  garnered  a  chuckle  beneath  obsidian  cloak————or  so  the  princess  would  hope. / answered.