the blue of the sky in the night city seems eternal— a vast expanse so full of nothingness. it’s hauntingly bright that she almost fails to notice the soft beams trailing patterns across her arm, sneakily nuzzling into her chest. only almost. it causes a faint hum on her skin and a cacophony of screeching maledictions under her ribs, each playing its own sick little melody over and over like a broken melody, to form a nauseating orchestra. it stays on her arm, but shams can feel it everywhere. it’s something within her, so deeply carved into her soul that it torments her to even think about throwing it away. the wind tries to get her attention again, humming little tunes on the chimes by the windowsill. cheeky, she thinks, trying to get what it wants by pouring salt over a fresh wound. her head turns, however, because at the moment, her attention is focused on the love bot in front of her.
eliza makes her think of a never - ending glow that is so warm, something that reflects her own but in a different way, a rabbit - hole that shams is willing to throw her heart down in and perhaps, her soul as well. it makes her think of all her laughs and sweat and tears and blood sucked into the black hole she is forced to carry inside of her, the manifestation of her own mind. she hums. ❛ i would know that voice anywhere. ❜ truly, in her mind, it's hard to describe the sound of her voice in one word, but it consumed her from the inside out, right up to the beam of moonlight that kisses her cheek in mock pity. seeping through her skin and decaying her bones again which she had thought had cleansed. so, so dirty that she longs for the wind to come back again. and it does. she smiles, then, eyes warm. ❛ it's been a while since i visited night city for anything other than work. ❜ a pause. ❛ busy day? ❜
starter call, @strnza.
