« seriously, honey. » blue of her eyes, such a particular shade — from afar, a bottomless sea, a whirlwind of eery amusement ... the girl, just out of reach, who will suck you in just as surely as any black hole. she knows better, now, than to take anyone's comments personally — she knows the rules. beckons you closer, until the black hole opens up & swallows you whole. and isn't that majestic ? simply because it can / simply because you asked / simply because she is there & she chose you. « that last video was trash. » & behind the black hole, baby, can you see ? something dark something beautiful something like god, gagged & writhing at the bottom of a clear blue lake. infinite & pure & holy. terrible and divine. is it obvious, how disappointed with her golden boy she is ? [ her gaze is steady. her hand isn't : touches a strand of his hair with feather light fingers to replace it far from his eyes. fingers which then travel from temple to the nape of his neck. stay there, grip tight. a toothy grin. ] sometimes people will look at ishtar & will ask to be baptized in the blue of her eyes, the blue of her words, the blue of her.
they will want her hands and her mouth and her eyes as she pushes on their shoulders down down down, because she's the kind of terrible that makes you fall to your knees — don't worry, baby, she always asks nicely. tells you to shut up & sink & be pretty while you do it, tongue touching her own lips as if tasting the flavor of her authority, knowing already that there will be another order, another demand, another time for them to do what they are asked. people want absolution so bad they'll seek it anywhere — and pretty ishtar with her too white hair looks like a goddamn angel. besides, she's always excited to play the game : she gives them attention, captures their confessions between both hands like baby birds too scared to take flight. she wants to see how far she can stretch the limit of what is acceptable, how long she can drown them, how long before they cool down, how long before the fever goes away & they see her. pretty manufactured empty doll that won't do what it's meant for.
and colton ? colton's the kind of boy she wants on his knees just because he seems too preoccupied with venerating himself to care about her. oh, ishtar knows how to choose her challenges. lazy drawling voice, words meant to chain him to a fence post like she has a plan, sweet like she won't shoot him in the head with her finger gun, like she won't bite too hard ... as long as he behaves. as long as he plays the game. will he, though, is another question entirely. « that was a sloppy job — is that tha best ya can do ? »
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