#eapoeism

[fockbambi]

"This is the worthwhile fight."

( not accepting. )

" don't say that...sounds freaky. "

bambi didn't quite mean it. he wished he could talk to marion all night, tell him all about the snacks and clothes he stole and how he so swiftly eluded the employees. or whip out the ol' broken recorder and have the older listen through a cracked sound the new tunes bambi came up with. ( and then get frustrated at the stuttering audio, smack the machine and get embarrassed about how badly it made his songs sound ). " don't know why i called you. " a glimpse of a cockney accent made its way through bambi's words-- as he usually spoke around marion.

marion reminded him of... fist fights over which group of kids gets to play at the park, of sticking your tongue on a frozen pole, of insulting other people's mums, and of pulling down the pants of the cop that roams around your neighborhood, but really just uses that as an excuse to creep on teen girls. marion reminded bambi of home. too bad all bambi wanted as a child was to run away from it. " you know i've never been good at fighting. "

he wasn't lying. sure, he boasted a lot about cracking skulls and breaking bones, but never without having his own body turned to dust first. every other week he'd appear with a busted lip, a swollen cheek, a black eye, homemade bandaging around broken knuckles, taped gauze on minor stab wounds, and everything in-between. bambi was lucky he didn't lose any front teeth; he wouldn't have had this level of fame without his good looks. although maybe that would have saved him from...everything that came during his stardom, quite literally.

this is why he should've stayed in contact with marion.

" i'm tired, mama. " nicknames were bambi's strong suit, obviously. " i'm a fuckin' billionaire. why does my brain still hurt? my bones, too. my blood, i can feel it, you know. my body hates me. m'trying so hard to fight it, can't win, mama. " bambi would hand marion a gun and point it at his own forehead if he could. it's not that he wanted to die, it's that he didn't want to exist anymore. or at least for a few weeks. long enough to reset his whole life. just do it all over again-- he would.

bambi pulled a pepsi bottle out of jacket sleeve-- extremely oversized, he was basically dissipating in it-- and took a chug of the mysterious liquid inside of it. he, just as quickly, spat it out, followed by a subtle gag. " you know what's funny ma-marion? " he handed the bottle to the older, " i can't stand drinking this fucking shit. and i'm an alcoholic. " bambi opened up so easily, so freely, and he wasn't embarrassed one bit. he thought it made him cool, and that's all he wanted to be in marion's eyes. all of his validation came from the older boy, but bambi couldn't admit how clingy for his attention he was. " when i die, " he started so suddenly, eyes swimming in the other's, " hire strippers at my funeral. the older ladies with the tits hanging over their knees, i quite enjoy them. make sure you pay them well.  " and that's all he could say, as he took another sip of the motor oil-like drink in his bottle. a grimace ensued. " fuck. "

" and don't forget about me. please. "

[theyforget]

something positive, something positive. hm — jiseok is awesome little bean, you are precious little bean

[dvizng]

❝ you can do anything you set your mind to, but you won’t. ❞

won’t. 

the horrible truth makes fei wince and immediately lower his head in a feeling of shame, feeling guilt over the fact that the thought had been plaguing him for what seemed like ages and yet he did nothing about it. he knew he was capable of making himself so much happier, making himself feel fulfilled, and yet here he was.

stagnant. 

wasn’t his mother’s happiness enough for him? the possibility of it not being so made fei feel sick to his stomach, a deep sinking feeling in his chest from how selfish the idea seemed to be. he held his mother in such high regard since he was a young boy, knowing that she was the source of warmth in his life. she was the sun, giving him love and happiness selflessly no matter what. why couldn’t he do the same for her?

fei dug the nail of his thumb into the side of his middle finger, trying to stay composed under the feeling of suddenly being read so easily as he let out a sigh and his gaze drifted to the side. there was really nothing he could say to defend himself but, even so, he couldn’t just stay quiet. perhaps he could fool even himself.

“maybe sometimes it’s best to be what someone needs than what you want to become.”

[esperiums]

LOADING SAVED GAME... @eapoeism

DATE: 8 november 2019 TIME: 15:27 LOCATION: austria - train to vienna

This world was a strange one.

Strange, but nonetheless enchanting with its peculiarities and incongruities. Its people were largely unaware of the supernatural forces that coexisted with the mundane with the exception of small, scattered groups of enlightened humans sharing an affinity for the esoteric. Unlike the humans of her world, the people of Earth regarded Magic as fantasy; a power that existed only in fairy tales and mythologies of bygone eras, wielded by mighty divinities or mortals made into inhuman creatures, twisted by a dark gift. It held little power beyond the worn pages of a leather bound tome or the runic scriptures of an old, fallen civilisation that worshiped powers beyond the understanding of modern society. So it was that the fate of magic was intricately intertwined with the shadows of obscurity, never to be known or uttered into existence though the earth teemed with dormant power.

Faint as it may be, Terra could feel its familiar pulse inside her chest. She could hear its hallowed hum against her ear even as she sat in the train with Marion, eyes admiring the unfurling Austrian landscape from her window. Yes, the magic here wanted to be known. “Where I’m from, magic was believed to have gone extinct over a thousand years ago” the woman began, her eyes drifting towards Marion who occupied the seat next to hers. Melancholy briefly crossed her features in the midst of her recollections; though she spoke of a phenomenon lost to myth, its transformative consequences transcended the ensuing ages until, at last, her birth signaled a great shift. She unwittingly inherited the legacy of a lost people - her people.

”As such, being born with the gift of magic is unheard of. People like myself aren’t supposed to exist; I’m an impossibility”. Terra shifted in her seat, hands now resting on her knees. “An impossibility and, yet, here I am”. She brought her hand to the window and, upon her fingertips touching its surface, dozens of icy dendrites spread across the glass. Like a snowflake, the crystallized threads formed into and displayed a variety of frozen fractals, dissipating only when Terra removed her hand from the window. She then turned towards Marion with a smile on her lips.

”Were you always aware of your gift?

Countless questions and infinite curiosities. According to legend, the Magi of Gaia were humans infused with the magic of espers. Marion, however, seemed to have little in common with the magi of her world. His magic did not come from the same source, she could sense that much. Perhaps the power he wielded evoked a different nature, perhaps the magic of this world simply evolved in a manner that differed from the one in Gaia.

She wanted to know all that there was to know about Marion Muller: the mage, the performer, the wanderer.

[misterharington]

❝ you’re holding on to things that are holding you back. ❞

                                      origin — @eapoeism [ status : not accepting ]

A MASTERLIST OF PROMPTS AND SENTENCE STARTERS.

          THERE HE WAS ONCE MORE. Skyrocketing into an abyss thickened in Hyperion trees, reminding him just how small his existence really was. Everything surrounding him was a blur, all this running could tire anyone out, but he wouldn’t stop, no that was not an option. There were things behind him, people with flashlights and a might as heavy as his, all their number continued to triple but he remained alone, the single one in this endless forest of alibis. It wasn’t until the moon broke out from a clearing of vegetation that he was suddenly awake, staring straight at the ceiling in the midsts of a ringing he hadn’t realized was coming from his cellphone. Kit knew he had no time to dwell on the nightmare, but he couldn’t just get it out of his mind, even when he put the call on speaker and heard the friendly voice on the other line. “..so, what’s keeping you up?” What caught him off guard, was your subtle awareness that he wasn’t well, was it something in his breathing? The wolf tended to be quite good at hiding his own reality, so the conversation pulls a silence out of him that brings along depths of bitterness long brewing.

                    “Too much..” A sigh, further small talk.

          “..you know, you’re holding on to things that are holding you back.”

                    “.. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.” Kit ends the call, almost fuming.                     Last thing needed this evening. No, that was not appreciated.

[naivelost]

@eapoeism​:  ‘ we can sit in the back row and every time straight people kiss , we hiss . ’

           Ben laughs, but it’s quiet. Pausing to take a drink, he considers his reply. People didn’t like it when you were too bitter about these things. It ruined their fun.   “   It sure would be nice if we weren’t our own subgenre.   ”