#scondstar

[darkerthrills]

Lost  boys,  Never  grow  up,  never  go  home                                     Lost  boys,  Never  spend  their  lunch  money,  yeah                                                                                 Lost  boys,  Never  grow  up,  never  get  old                                                                   Lost  boys                                                                    Find  me

                This  machine  is  killing  me  ∬  pretended  it  was  make-believe

                             @scondstar & @jagcula & @darkerthrills

[thrillor]

@scondstar sent ❛  every time i close my eyes, all i see is the pain you've caused.  ❜

" the pain i've caused ?! " nearly a year of solitude , with only the growing rot of the coronado to keep him company. no fury , no thurst , just an aching loneliness. but there's a spark now , one unexpected but welcomed. a small flame igniting within him for the first time since-- since-- " paul , dwayne , marko. they're dead , star. " there's an unmistakable agony as he says it. the first time he says it. each name another stake through his chest. he gets close now. dangerously close , eyes wide and wild , nostrils flaired. he is little more than an animal , a beast made of grief and rage. " because of you. "

[archaeval]

i'm setting ruby up on a blind date with wan shi tong

recommend romantic candidates // @scondstar ;;

You think just because they're ancient, powerful beings who live in libraries, know too much and have a huge ego, that means they'd get along well?

You're right, I'd love to see them together lmao.

[wannabewildagain]

closed starter for @scondstar

"I don't believe this!"

She had wanted to take the opportunity to do something just the two of them. Though the horror of what they'd been through had forged a tight bond, Lucy still wanted to take the opportunity to get to know Star in a typical, normal sense. Taking a trip to a few of the local thrift shops seemed as good of a way as any, there was always bound to be something interesting to find.

"How could anyone want to get rid of these?!" She held up a few dresses, one deep purple in color with a long, flowing skirt and another shorter one with a wild print. "Man, what I would have given to be able to find these sort of things years ago. I never would have left Santa Carla, I wouldn't have had the heart to leave my closet behind!"

She shook her head with a smile, putting the dresses back on the rack.

"Seeing anything that's catching your eye?"

[jagcula]

stay  out  of  trouble.  the  boys  could  still  hear  the  directive  ringing  in  their  ears  when  things  got  too  heated  on  their  nightly  prowls  at  the  boardwalk.  max  had  zero  tolerance  for  his  boys'  mischief  when  it  risked  exposing  them  all.  what  might  happen  if  they  were  locked  up  overnight  in  the  jail,  and  the  sun  rose  the  next  day?  he  would  say.  curtains.  the  show's  over  and  the  rest  of  the  coven  would  be  left  the  pick  up  the  pieces.  dwayne  felt  a  howl  boiling  up  in  the  back  of  his  throat  when  the  cop  shoved  him  against  the  squad  car  and  slapped  the  cuffs  on  him.  out  of  the  group,  he  was  the  mediator.  the  peacekeeper.  when  things  got  too  riled  up,  he  stepped  in.  tonight,  his  intervention—pushing  marko  away  from  the  grabbing  hands  of  the  uniformed  patrol—helped  the  fuzz  capture  one  of  their  own.  rotten  luck. 

star  presses  their  forehead  to  dwayne’s,   voice  breaking  as  they  murmur,   "i  don't  know  how  to  fix  this,  but  i'm  not  leaving."

the  hot  metal  of  the  cop  car  against  his  forehead  was  replaced  by  the  cool  touch  of  star's  vow.  the  jail  bars  on  either  side  of  his  face  squeezed  him  as  he  tried  pushing  closer  to @scondstar.  fangs  exposed  while  star's  face  shielded  his,  dwayne  stared  back  at  her  with  an  unholy  glint  to  his  darkened  eyes.  ❝  they  can't  keep  me  here,  star!  i  can't  be…  here.  what  are  you  gonna  do?  ❠  it  wasn't  that  he  didn't  have  FAITH  in  star.  if  david  were  here,  he  could  enchant  the  bailiff  to  release  him.  dwayne  wasn't  entirely  worried  about  max's  punishment  either.  he  would  face  those  consequences  when  the  time  came.  if  it  ever  did.  his  main  focus  was  the  walls  closing  in  around  him.  unlike  the  cave  which  sheltered  them,  the  holding  cell  was  a  TRAP,  a  box  that  would  sooner  bury  him  forever.  dwayne's  fingers  reached  for  the  delicate  jawline  of  star's  face.  his  body  convulsed  under  the  last  strain  of  his  control,  but  his  touch  was  tender.  a  whisper. 

[dcllfang]

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain

; — DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES🩸

The DOWNPOUR had struck quick — beach goers and partiers alike FLEEING for the cover of the NEON BEDECKED boardwalk. SOAKING stage and INSTRUMENTS and sound equipment alike. BLEACHED hair swings in whorls of CLUMPING curls of LIGHTNING WHITE, matching the STREAKS blitzing the sky over the OCEAN.

ANGELIC head tipped back toward the sky, pelted in the fall of clean cool water down the constellation of freckles on her cheeks — across the gentle slope of her nose, the thick fan of her lashes, the sharp swoop of her cheekbones. Freckled arms spinning out in the ONSLAUGHT, PEACHY laughter bubbling from out between TOO SHARP TEETH. Honeyed gaze lifting, WILD EYED and MOUNTAIN LION BRIGHT to study her Star.

Star who was soaked in the rain and spun DIZZYING sheer fabric circles beside her. Star who glowed like her namesake, or a COMET, or something other ETHEREAL intangible thing that the bleach blonde longed to CLASP clumsy fingers around, a childhood grasp round the FIREFLY gleaming in the middle. HERE, but too beautiful to EVER fully capture in thought or word or memory.

THEIR EYES CONNECT — Lucy’s GLITTER GLOSSED mouth parting to say something rendered COMPLETELY INCONSEQUENTIAL by the pounding of Star’s feet in the sand. A SPRINT and a CRASH and her rain dewed lips were PRESSING against Lucy’s own. SHOCKED STILL by the sensation for a moment before she’s raising quick and GREEDY hands to Star’s cheeks.

HOURGLASS surging forward until their bodies pressed flush, EAGER and a little CLUMSY. A ragged DESPERATE noise fleeing the bleach blonde’s CADAVEROUS CHEST as she parts her glossy lips into the kiss, tongue tracing along Star’s pretty bottom lip.

Delicate hands cradle her cheeks, one DRIFTING to clutch the back of her neck. FEVERISH. PURE WANT rioting RAVENOUSLY in her ROTTEN LITTLE HEART. Already afraid to LET GO, to lose the taste and the warmth and the perfect precious line of their bodies TIGHT to one another. ‪

❝Star,❞ ‬ she breathes, a DEVOTIONAL HYMN on her plush lips.

[teveharrington]

steve  had  steered  them  into  some  greasy  spoon  more  inland.  overstimulated  by  the  night  life  of  the  boardwalk,  he  felt  like  he  was  back  home  stuck  in  some  non-stop  fourth  of  july  celebration.  there  at  to  be  more  to  this  part  of  the  world  than  pinball  machines  and  carnival  rides.  he'd  ordered  a  full  meal  complete  with  a  double  stacked  burger  and  onion  rings,  but  it  was  taking  a  while  for  the  waitress  to  bring  it  to  their  booth.  the  plate  of  fries  was  a  tempting  appetizer  that  steve  idly  found  himself  fishing  from  before  he  realized  he'd  stolen  a  couple  of  potato  strings,  popping  them  into  mouth  and  chewing  ravenously. 

sender  lets  receiver  steal  fries  off  their  plate  without  complaining.

his  face  went  slack  with  guilt  as  he  swallowed  hastily.  “  sorry.  promise  i'll  replace  them  with  some  of  mine  as  soon  as  it  comes.  ”  he  spun  his  head  around  again  to  the  order  window  with  no  such  luck.  leaning  back,  he  spread  his  arm  over  the  plush  back  of  the  booth  and  looked  around.  it  was  exactly  what  you'd  expect  of  a  diner.  retro  outfitted  with  fifties  and  sixties  rock  n'  roll  memorabilia.  a  jukebox  was  even  playing  out  of  the  corner.  he  recognized  the  singer  as  patsy  cline  with  one  of  her  crossover  singles  filling  the  bustling  space.  steve  returned  his  face  to  @scondstar's  with  a  bit  of  mischief  to  his  smile.  “  when  do  i  get  to  hear  you  sing?  ”  he  wondered.  his  fingers  danced  around  the  white,  oval  plate,  stealing  himself  from  snagging  another  fry. 

[jagcula]

a closed starter for @scondstar

pain  returned  to  him  like  a  scorned  lover.  so  familiar,  almost  comforting.  as  dwayne  extracted  himself  from  his  eternal  grave,  he  stumbled  to  his  feet.  a  moment  of  awkwardness  he  hadn't  experienced  for  so  many  years,  it  brought  tears  to  his  eyes.  then  his  hands  were  on  his  own  face,  touching  the  warm  salty  wet  and  bringing  it  down  to  his  tongue  for  a  taste.  he  hadn't  shed  tears  for  even  longer.  a  vision  of  his  mother  waving  goodbye  to  him  drifted  into  his  mind's  eye  like  a  cloud  of  smoke—unbeckoned  and  just  as  swiftly  faded  away.  the  blood  from  his  wounded  face  flowed  more  freely,  and  dwayne  moved  his  probing  fingers  next  to  gather  the  drip.  then  his  fingers  hovered  at  his  mouth.  a  silent  warning  not  to  taste  the  crimson  substance  because  he  no  longer  carried  the  heavy  thirst  within.  no  longer  did  he  need  it  to  survive.  to  gain  his  strength.  something  sputtered  inside  him,  and  dwayne  nearly  collapsed. 

the  sight  of  her…  star,  caught  him.  the  mistress  of  their  mutual  destruction.  destruction  hidden  beneath  salvation,  for  he  wasn't  dead.  even  better,  he  was  alive  again.  he  was…  human.  the  toy  arrow  stuck  out  of  his  breast,  between  the  center  and  his  shoulder.  gripping  it  in  his  fist,  he  yanked  it  from  his  muscle  and  cast  it  aside.  blinking  past  the  wave  of  nausea,  dwayne  took  a  drunken  step  towards  the  door.  then  another.  he  could  smell  the  electrical  burns  on  his  flesh,  the  singes  from  his  hair.  he  needed  to  get  as  far  away  from  here  as  quickly  as  possible.  he  was  a  wounded  dog  in  search  of  a  small,  dark  space  to  recenter  inside.  without  knowing  why  besides  it  was  what  he'd  always  done,  he  returned  to  hudson's  bluff  and  burrowed  inside  the  catacombs.  he  couldn't  suspend  as  he  once  had,  so  dwayne  curled  up  behind  a  large  rock.  wrapping  his  arms  around  himself,  and  he  tucked  his  knees  into  his  bleeding  chest.  the  tears  flowed  with  the  blood,  watering  it  down. 

what  was  he  going  to  do  now?