#rosefromflameandash

[walkerbehindyou]

(comports self in dignified joy because bac-mun has returned)

[thatblackwatchdouche-blog-blog]

Happy Birthday Cross~

Swift grinned as she brought Cross over to the Red Bunk. Hopefully everyone would be there. It'd be nice to give him a good birthday. She was nearly bursting with excitement and hoped it didn't show. But of course it did. She walked with a slight bounce in her step, her smile only growing wider as she got closer to her destination.

She led him over to the docks, where a long line of empty warehouses stood. The one at the end was her destination and she frequently glanced back at him, just to make sure he was still following. She stopped at the door and fumbled with the latch. There was a whisper of movement and she figured everyone was getting into place. "Welcome to the Red Bunk," she smiled. Then she pulled open the door.

The Red Bunk smelled faintly of fresh cotton. A bit surprising, considering its location. Inside, on one wall, was a spray painted mural of intricate red swirls that extended from wall to wall. Thus the name Red Bunk. There was a large TV against one wall, a couch shoved to the other. In the back was the bathroom, the light still on and the door open a bit. There was music playing and it sounded a bit like Korn.

In the middle of the room were multiple tables, covered with presents-- was that one on the left shaped like a gun? -- and cake. In front of the table stood several people and they all smiled when Swift opened the door and let Cross through. "Surprise!" they cried and a few of them blew party horns. Swift looked at Cross and smiled brightly. "Happy birthday, Robert." Then she gestured for him to go mingle.

[thatblackwatchdouche-blog-blog]

⊗

Swift sat in her apartment, her curtains closed and her stereo quiet. Her cigarette was in her hand, but she hadn’t moved for a while. It’d been a few days since she’d gotten the news and she still couldn’t believe it.

Suicide. Of all the ways he had to die.. She took a deep breath, but her sadness barely shifted. She’s tried so hard to get him to perk up, but it…wasn’t enough..

Then she moved. She snuffed out her dying cigarette on the ashtray beside her bed and brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Her shoulders shook as sobs forced their way out of her, quietly at first, then growing in volume.

She couldn’t stop. She’d been broken by someone she could barely remember. And now it was too late to stop, too late to go back and try to find out what happened, what made him like that.

Too late…

[walkerbehindyou]

"Baccant, I have one question, and one question only... What the hell happens to the goddamn donut hole piece?"

[thatblackwatchdouche-blog-blog]

Rampage (closed)

Bloodclaw was tearing through the city in a blind rage, a snarl set into her face. Explosions were sounding off on the south side of Manhattan, Blackwatch troops shooting uselessly at her, citizens running and screaming.

Her armor was up and one warm was a blade, the other, her claws. She grabbed a Blackwatch troop and he started to scream. She crushed his skull and automatically consumed him,  feeling his memories, his fear, but ignoring it as she fought on. She let out an inhuman roar and her attackers took a step back but kept shooting. Briefly, she hoped Micheal wasn't in this group as she tore through them.

[thatblackwatchdouche-blog-blog]

New theme updated.

Music added.

Relationships have been edited for those I tagged. Not much, just needed to fix a few blargh moments.