#verse. unknown

[creatorne]

THE GOD NEED NOT A GRAND PRESENTATION TO KNOW WHEN TREPIDATION WAS IN THE ROOM. It was purely logic; one found out what it was, and it was PURE NATURE to feel fear. Worried. Anticipatory of something bad. A long tested fact, one of the few things that had not disappeared even in this state. Hazel eyes with a few too many color-bands watched like the predatory animal it was worried to be. “&– - Needn't worry about that. The one who previously inhabited is long gone... it is a closer approximation to say I am wearing a corpse now. Under my care, it simply doesn't rot.”

BUT THE OLD ONE WAS NOT HERE TO DISRUPT AND DISTURB. No, the cacophony of the location had not diminished with presence, business as usual. Except for between it and them. IT WISHED TO KEEP IT THAT WAY. The monster wised to keep peace for now at least. “&– - Water. I don't enjoy alcohol. Dries the throat.” A honest hand, a mundane response-- - a show of teeth held in check.

“&– - I'm not here for drinking, I am here for you. Or your brain.” It muses, letting that statement hold for seconds on end before letting out a slithering chuckle. “&– - Not to eat or control or anything, mind you. I want information. I imagine given your position you are quite the rumor gainer, hm?” // @unfortunatedarling continued from HERE

[tidesfate]

“&– - Some poor unfortunate soul will pay the price again, to feed your vanity.” // @nerdynanny liked for a lyrical starter

[tidesfate]

“&– - I've always been behind you, so I think we should meet.” // @cynd1 liked for a lyrical starter

[cruciifx]

It's unconscious. Mostly. Vash is fidgeting with a little flat stone in his prosthetic hand, letting it tumble over the backs of his knuckles, back and forth, without so much as looking at it. Rhythmic. Somehow the tap of stone against metal is soft, near silent. Vash's mind is far away from the whole thing, gazing outward as if bored. When he speaks, he sounds half in a trance already, but the question itself is unusual. "Does pain bring clarity, do you think?" 　═╪　@goldendivinewrath

Vash is something of a mystery , a strange rubik's cube that gets worse with every turn as its turned around in your hands , colors of disarray , each twist as your try to understand him causes things to go worse to the point you've stopped trying to twist the colors right again . You just accept it how it is . The question brings your eyes to slowly slide across the desert landscape , elbows resting upon your knees as you thought over the question .

If this was a different person, you would laugh , scoff in the phrasing . call them CRAZY . But there is truth to his statement, in a way you recognize the clarity that blood draws from many accounts of your dangerous claws , or others who decided to bring down pain upon your pelt , but to admit such things when the other was struggling with so much , you are uncertain if it would be wise , for his safety or another's . instead you opt to shrug , kicking the toe of your shoe across the sand that had started to hug the black sole .

" tricky question , lots of things bring clarity. What kinda' clarity are you lookin' for spikey ? "

[cruciifx]

❛ we're like field trip buddies. but if the field trip got violent. ❜　═╪　@millionsnife

to be before angels is a blessing , a curse . There's whistles and bells firing in your ears that tells you to heel like a good dog, to pray witness to the apostle of death and rebirth that the eyes bore witness to in their light , the idol that they betrayed their commandments for on the mountain , where they shattered the sone tablets in exchange for restoration , to be gifted Eden in a modern day Sinai . You remember the prayers , the etches of promises against skin and body as you were grafted together over and over again , becoming less of a man, more of a dog .

You stare at him , bad situations lead to bad associations . In times like this , you cant find yourself picky with your associates , especially when he's the sun's twin brother ; you are face to face with the moon. And he speaks with such regality that it makes your skin burn. Makes you feel unholy , filthy in just his presence in such a way the sun never dared .

" we ain't fieldtrip buddies , and this is FAR from a fieldtrip at least as far as I'm aware, unless you plan on surprising me with a Zoo . We're estranged business partners with less than stellar ideas.. how's that ? "

[serpentinei-blog]

" Be careful of people in dark alleyways or corridors. "

Laughter  'pon  serpents  tongue,  scales  of  ivory  glint  beneath  fluorescent  lights,  within  golden  eyes  paces  something  sinister.  

“ I  hope  you  make  it  out  of  here.  Thank  you  for  saving  me. ”

Albeit  did  he  require  aid  ?  could  he  not  have  freed  himself  from  his  predicament  with  ease  ?  Intentions  unbeknown  to  his  saviour  he  turns  his  back,  arms,  like  twining  snakes,  curl  round  the  window  pane,  allowing  him  to  lower  himself  to  the  ground  &&  to  safety.