#ofivorystreets

[neglectsintuition]

closed starter for damien ( @fullofchemicals ) ─── ⋆⭒˚.⋆

By now she would’ve been bent over and sheets deep in who she had interest in; especially when they felt the same way. Then there was Damien. She’d taken her time with him — she wanted to. He wasn’t like the others. His edges weren’t rough as hers were; they were clean breaks, the kind you could slice a finger on. A softness beneath the suffering, and Minnow had gotten caught in its undertow. She didn’t mind the ride; she’d always been one for a thrill. The blonde sprawled against the edges of his curves. One leg between the gap in his, the other shoved on the side closest to her. Her torso draped over his, a hand resting on the index in his chest cavity, tapping gently what would be a heartbeat in another lifetime. Minnow looked up at him from the crook of his neck where she’d nestled — was this too good to be true? Not like it mattered when the blonde soaked in the chaos of her own masterminding; Damien might’ve been the only good that she’d know in decades. “I know it’s not like we need to, and maybe it sounds dumb. I’ve never really had to ask before.” That was true; no one got this far. “Do you want to stay the night in here? With me?” She hadn’t been shy about her feelings, or even intentions, but this was raw. This was her space alone, and yet, it felt incomplete now that she’d learned the feeling of it without him.

[peachfvzz]

@ofivorystreets

she's the prime example of what pure bliss is supposed to look like. dreamy smile plastered all over her face, limbs tangled with his... stella was all instinct, letting her teeth gently nibble on his knuckles. "would you let me turn you into a doll?" a pause. "not... literally." she was still working on not freaking him out. "make a doll after you, i mean."

[loudbarks]

SAD SIREN STARTER for @ofivorystreets

the flash kept catching against her skin in soft bursts of white; little artificial lightning strikes in the middle of damien’s apartment. whiskey sat warm in their veins, enough to loosen their shoulders but not enough to quiet their mind. that was the problem lately — NOTHING quieted it anymore. not the drinks, not the music humming low through the speakers, not the attention in damien’s eyes every time he lifted the camera again. frankie leaned back against the wall for one more shot, red hair spilling over bare shoulders, but halfway through the click of the shutter her expression faltered. the ocean had been LOUD in their head for weeks now. louder than the city. louder than people. calling to her in that terrible ancient way that made her ribs feel hollow. “wait,” they murmured, voice thinner than they meant for it to be. “i can’t — just gimme a second.” and before she could sit in that feeling too long, she was already slipping out onto the fire escape with a cigarette pinched between her fingers. the night air hit cold against their skin. below them, traffic dragged through wet streets in glowing streaks, but all she could think about was black water stretching ENDLESS beneath a moonlit sky. they lit the cigarette with slightly shaking hands and stared outward until they heard the sliding door open again behind them. GUILT twisted immediately in her chest when she looked over at damien. “sorry,” they said quietly, smoke curling from their mouth as they leaned against the railing. “i know you were working.” a humorless little laugh left her after. “i just… couldn’t get outta my head tonight.” their gaze drifted back toward the dark horizon, expression distant. “it’s gettin’ BAD again.” softer now. more honest than she usually allowed herself to be. “the sea keeps calling me home, and i don’t know how to make it shut up anymore.”