#sickrots

[brutalperception]

closed starter for @sickrots !

ben is doing his best. he's nervous. of course he is. he has to wear something nice for these openings, they talk about how great he is or whatever, everyone wants to know why he does what he does. he doesn't know the answer. he doesn't want to talk about it. what he wants is to be curled up in parker's arms, watching some horror movie and crushing a beer. however, since he can't be, it's nice to at least have park here instead of being here alone. river said he should invite him, and despite how much ben would rather do anything else than stand in a gallery filled with his own art, it was kind of nice to feel like parker was able to see a bit more of the world ben often lived in. he wondered if parker was excited about this, or if he was dreading it just as much as ben was. he had never been a big fan of the "self congratulatory bullshit" as he called it. but he was trying. because he had to be here, and he was at least able to be here with parker. "thanks for coming." he smiled, "i know it's all kind of a lot." it at least felt that way to him. "and it will be boring, so –" a pause, "do with that information what you will." he shakes his head, and looks around the room again. "also like – i know i'm probably gonna hide out towards like – the back of the gallery by the entrance. but if you want – you don't have to be attached to me the whole time. you can walk around and shit. it probably doesn't feel like this shit is old for you."

[prcperdose]

closed starter for @sickrots !

noah feels fucking weird. it's been a while since he's seen dev– longer since they had a conversation. but now he's here, so he should probably, like, try. "uh–" stupid. "hey–" even more stupid. "should we like – catch up ??" he shouldn't have to make the first move in FORGIVENESS, as far as he's concerned. but devon's not gonna fucking do it, so he kind of has to. "'s been a while since i've been out in chicago. you could tell me where the FOOD is still good ??"

[petitsdieu]

🦪... @sickrots

The vellicate savor of someone else's touch, his, left in the wake of touch. Like, the linger-felt hooking the shell of her ear where her hair had been tucked away. She lets out an instrumental hum. Her breastplate puffs out in process before she settles, slowly, back into an easier and more baseline of breaths. And then she rubs an echo on his nearest hipbone; the flat parts of the index and middle knuckle wags a natural rhythm before idling there.

He smells like rubbed fig leaves, clementines when you break the skin, a little pool water. He’s a contrarian. He’s sweet.

With her veiled gaze parallel to heaven, she can choose to roll her neck either way. With Elio's abiding petting it's an easy body choice. Her nose tips towards his stomach. She cozies in just a little more.

It's only than does she register her ask ⸺ tired, she thinks, yes ... both in the ways he likely means and not. It feels too late to respond. His voice moves on. It always feels like she's out of time with the rest of the world.

His next words sound like a bookend to the evening. But his body language sounds something different. She realizes that she doesn't want to go. She keeps her eyes closed. She rolls a pinch of his t-shirt between her fingers.

Today was unexpected.

❛ My pleasure. You'll have to waste my day away again sometime. ❜

[redemptioninterlude]

SUBJECT: cute starter CONCERNING: elliot williams

these bouts between using, and sobriety, would WAX AND WANE within her. sometimes it was all, like, fucking exhausting. in other moments, things seemed, like, maybe okay. she knew it wasn't easy to live with - that she made things harder, by her own volition, the way that elliot was like, so good at sticking to a plan but rue was the one just... fucking shit up.

he's in the home studio set up, like, all day. working on music, sinking into himself and that CREATIVE SPACE that she kind of envied. when he came out, she had dinner made - looking up, a little guilty, as she stood up from the table. "hey, i-" a breath is taken. holding her gaze to his. "i'm sorry. i was being so shitty earlier. you didn't deserve that."

★— ATTN: @sickrots

[feilien]

{♚ x @sickrots - Silas x}

 Living what was essentially a double life could certainly be difficult at times. But sometimes? Sometimes it was downright jarring. How could anyone go from nonchalantly taking someone's life to being a run of the mill student? 

 ( Nonchalant. Nothing about it was nonchalant. It haunted him in his dreams, every single night. Just like he deserved. That's why blades were the weapons of his choice—so he was forced to look his victims in the eyes. Was forced to remember every single one of them. He hated it. He hated all of it. Always had. But he couldn't dwell on it, could he? Because if he did, it would drive him mad in a heartbeat. So locking it all away and pretending that this was who he was and always had been was his only option. )

 Yet, somehow, Long Zhi managed. He managed to switch between Long Zhi and Matt as though it was nothing at all. Just an hour ago he'd been violently scrubbing his hands to rid himself of the blood, now he had a backpack on his back and an invisible mask on his face. No big deal. Just another day.

 Running a little too late for his liking, Long Zhi took huge, hurried steps, although there was still ample time before class actually started. It wasn't until he came across one of his classmates that he finally slowed down. "Oh, hey," he said, bowing his head slightly in greeting. His hands disappeared in his pockets, paranoid that Silas could see the blood on them, even though he knew he'd scrubbed them nearly raw. "Running late, too?" 

[captainshunter]

@sickrots liked for a one liner

. " the thing i've learned over the years is that intentions don't mean much."

[prcperdose]

closed starter for @sickrots !

he's always felt kind of stupid. he's always been out of his depth when it comes to relationships. but august has this way about him that always shocks him. he probably shouldn't be staring out the window just waiting for him to show up. but when he does, evan comes bounding down the stairs to meet him at the door. "hey."

[brutalperception]

closed starter for @sickrots !

ben was thrilled to spend his time with parker. he LOVES spending his time with parker whenever he had the opportunity. he left for the studio this morning, coffee hand and bleary eyed, but determined. how had he gotten so lucky, to find a love that made his chest expand as though he was born specifically to love parker ?? he lacked inspiration starting at noon, and he was tired of sitting around waiting for it to come. well – maybe he had been texting parker so much that he was tired of being far from his lover. parker kept calling ben his husband, and each time the blush across his face gets brighter. he loves parker so desperately, and he can't possibly cope with the idea that he wants to spend together forever. not if anyone wanted him to do anything other than blush and grin. [ text: parker <3 ] perfect timing bc i am here [ text: parker <3 ] come gimmie kiss before i die so ben's shooting off a few more texts before he grabs his things and rushes down the stairs. fuck, he loves parker so much. as soon as he sees the familiar car, he's practically running just to find himself in the passenger seat. "hey, baby !!" he grins, smile unguarded. and in an instant, he's pulling parker into a kiss. desperate and full of all of his DESIRE to be here together. god, he wants to spend the rest of his life like this. when he finally pulls away, a small smile plays at his lips. " now you won't die, right ??"