#rs writes

[a-fragmented-mind]

Light as air and cold as ice

I float up to the clouds

I’ve woven my hair

From tendrils of frost

And fashioned legs

From cobwebs and silk

Exhaling cristalline breaths and

Echoing forgotten myths

I’ll stay until the morn

To watch the rising tides

And count the winking stars

[serious-ppl-wear-neckties]

I Can’t Be (Part 1)

Summary: Everyone is given a watch at birth that counts down to the moment you meet your soulmate. Sadly, Virgil’s watch is broken, so he’ll never be able to meet his soulmate, if he even has one. But it’s not like he deserves one anyways… Words: 882 Pairing: LAMP/CALM

Virgil sighed and pulled his hoodie down even further to cover his face. Ugh, god, why is it so sunny outside? Call him a vampire, but Virgil never really liked sunny days or bright lights—they hurt his eyes.

He just wanted to get back to his dorm room, where he would have the place all to himself (his roommate was out) and there would be no one to bother him. Wow, alone and indoors on a Friday night. This is what Virgil’s life had come to.

Not that he was complaining, he didn’t really like parties and socializing anyway. Parties were too loud, and he had social anxiety. Well actually, he had anxiety of pretty much anything and everything, but that’s beside the point.

Virgil was rounding the corner when he suddenly collided with someone. He stumbled back, hand automatically reaching up to cradle his throbbing cheek. The moment he looked up, apologies started spilling over Virgil’s lips as he kept backing up.

He had managed to run straight into Roman Prince, the leader of the drama club, football player, and all around popular guy. In other words, he was totally above Virgil in every single way, so he could probably straight up beat him to a pulp and still get away with it.

“I–I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to–I swear I…” Virgil trailed off. Roman was just staring at him, an odd look on his face. His eyes locked onto Virgil’s, and a cold fear settled in his stomach. This is it. I’m going to spend the rest of the weekend bruised and sore.

Roman took a step toward him, and Virgil took a shaky step back. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but before he could, Virgil spun on his heels, and booked it. He vaguely registered hearing Roman’s shouting behind him, while running away as fast as he could.

Is he gone? Can I stop? Did I lose him? Please tell me he’s not there. Virgil’s thoughts ran wild as he slowed down to a brisk walk. He risked a quick glance behind him, and was relieved to see nobody chasing after him. He had no idea how long he’d been running, but the sharp stab of pain in his left side told Virgil enough.

I guess I have to take the long way back. Virgil thought. Better safe than sorry.

~oÕo~

Roman was hard to avoid. After the “incident” the student started trying to“talk” to Virgil, and took every opportunity to try and get him alone. Yeah right. He wasn’t that dumb.

So when Virgil walked into his art class, only to see that he and Roman were the only ones to arrive this early, he panicked. In a room, alone, with the same guy he’d tripped into and ran out on a few days ago? No thank you!

It seemed like Princey noticed him at around the same time, because he started to get up from his seat. Virgil was about to sprint back out into the hallway, but Roman stopped him.

“Wait.” There was something about his tone that made Virgil pause. He didn’t sound like he was about to beat Virgil up, he sounded… “Please.” Was that… a hint of desperation?

“Yeah? What do you want from me?” Virgil’s voice shook a little, and he inwardly cursed himself for showing vulnerability.

“I…“ Princey swallowed, looking extremely nervous. “You ran off before I could say anything, but… we’re soulmates.”

The moment the words left Roman’s mouth, it was like the world had stopped. No. No no no. Nonononono. “We’re soulmates.” The words echoed through Virgil’s mind, and he found himself furiously shaking his head.

“No. No, I–I’m sorry, but I’m not. I can’t be.”

“But you have to be!” Roman said, his eyes agitated. “My watch… it reached 0 the moment we met.”

“I can’t be.”

“You are.”

“No, I–“

“You have to be!”

“I don’t have a soulmate.” Virgil said, backing away. Everything was crumbling around him, and he couldn’t take it. Something inside him broke, and the shards managed to embed themselves in his heart. Virgil gasped, trying to take a deep breath instead of the short shallow ones he had been taking.

“But–“

Virgil had had enough. Every moment he stayed, the more and more painful the feeling became. He needed to get away.

Don’t kid yourself. He’s not yours. You’ll only end up hurting yourself when he eventually finds his real one.

Virgil’s racing heart was going to explode. His shaking legs were going to give out beneath him. Every breath felt like sandpaper rushing down his throat. Every inhale felt like a knife stabbing his chest.

He doesn’t have a soulmate. His watch is broken. He is broken. He doesn’t deserve love. He doesn’t deserve a soulmate.

Virgil buried his face in his hands, wait, when did I start crying? and silently repeated the sentence over and over again. I don’t have a soulmate. I don’t have a soulmate. I don’t have a soulmate.

His back slid down the bathroom stall, and his cheeks stung from raking his nails down his face. That was the worst anxiety attack he’d had in weeks. He’d make up for ditching class later. Right now, Virgil needed a break. From everything.

@jughead-is-canonically-aroace

[serious-ppl-wear-neckties]

I Can’t Be (Prologue)

Summary: Everyone is given a watch at birth that counts down to the moment you meet your soulmate. Sadly, Virgil’s watch is broken, so he’ll never be able to meet his soulmate, if he even has one. But it’s not like he deserves one anyways…

Words: 510

Pairing: LAMP/CALM

Next

Something went wrong.

Well, obviously, but Virgil really had no idea when. He was given his watch at birth, like he was supposed to be. It was shiny and black, and fixed in place the moment it touched his skin. The glowing red numbers and letters “15 years, 4 months, and 29 days” slowly counted down over the course of Virgil’s life. Like it was supposed to.

For a while, Virgil thought he was lucky. Most people had around 25-30 years on their watch when they first got it. But the world hated him with a burning passion, and seemed to delight in playing cruel jokes on him, which is a statement that holds true for basically Virgil’s entire life.

He remembers looking down at the red “2 minutes, and 37 seconds” and being so eager to meet his soulmate that he threw off his hoodie and brushed the bangs out of his face to look around him. At “8 seconds, and 24 milliseconds” Virgil was practically bursting with excitement.

Upon reaching zero however, there was no big event, no excited talking, no warm hugs, or awestruck gazes. He was simply alone, standing on a sidewalk in the middle of the city, still staring at his blank watch in shock and disbelief.

Virgil had heard the horror stories of those who had met their soulmate in a crowd of people, or those who had set off their watches by the barest of touches or a moment of short eye contact, never to know for sure who it was.

But Virgil was not in a crowd, or a busy street, no, he was by himself on his way home. There was nobody within a 10 foot radius of him, and yet his watch had stopped. It made no sense… but it happened, and Virgil was left with a blank watch and no soulmate.

He cried himself to sleep that night. The next morning however, a new time was displayed on his watch’s screen, “1 year, 8 months, and 16 days.”

Over the course of the next three and a half years or so, Virgil’s watch counted all the way down and started back up again, with no result, another two times. The third time, Virgil covered up his watch’s screen, refusing to be given false hope yet again. It was a faulty watch. It was broken. He had to accept that.

People always stared at his watch. They whispered about it behind his back, they glanced at it when they thought he wasn’t looking, and most frustrating of all, they pitied him. A covered watch meant only one thing: a dead soulmate. To lose a soulmate so early in life was extremely rare, and to lose one before even meeting them was unheard of.

Virgil let them believe the rumors. It was better than them knowing the truth. That he didn’t have a soulmate, and his watch was glitching out trying to find a time, when in reality, there wasn’t one. Virgil would never meet his soulmate, because they didn’t exist.

[a-fragmented-mind]

Average grades

Average looks

Average skills

Average person

There’s nothing special about me

There’s nothing good about me

I’ll never be enough

Never pretty enough

Never smart enough

Never creative enough

Never strong enough

I’m worthless

Pathetic

Replaceable

Nothing

If I️ disappeared tomorrow

No one would notice

[a-fragmented-mind]

I can see the darkness in your eyes

Feel the jagged edges of your heart

Read the story carved on your soul

A history of anesthesia and bloody fingertips

[a-fragmented-mind]

Alive

We are made of gasoline

And our hearts are the matches

Set me alight

Watch me burn

Make mistakes

And never learn

Tonight we are fire

We are raging flames

And spitting sparks

Here for the thrill

The adrenaline high

We’ll fling ourselves

Off the precipice of the world

And hope that the ground

Never catches up

[orcdev]

WARDEN'S MAZE: Chapter 1

(A story written using Seventh Sanctum Prompts during the month of February)

Hey guys, so at one point, I decided to get back into making Visual/Kinetic Novels. I decided that I would give myself one month to write something, and whatever I had, I would release on March 1st. The other part was: I would have to use the Seventh Sanctum generators as my jumping off point. So, the character names, situation, and a few other details started off as one sentence prompts from there!

Anyway, the story got much bigger than I intended it to be, and there was no way I could get it all done in one month, so I bring you Chapter 1 of something I hope to expand upon.

I also tried to write a story using only dialogue (As was another generator prompt), and I...don't know how I feel about it. Ah well.

All in all, it's about a half-an-hour game, so it should be a quick, if not too coherent, read.

Anyway HERE   is where you can download it, just unzip the file, and it should run on Windows, Mac, and Linux, hope you enjoy!