"we are oddly paired, you and i. " from artemy, to the house
you’re amused —— with your tongue soft at the realization that here the butcher and the healer stand coupled. sides of the same coin , twisted into a mass eating out of the same bed of flies. there is a history amongst you. manipulations STINKING OF BLOOD AND LOSS. with screeching bodies that won’t stay buried . a mash up of tall-tale made of skin cut from the earth to prove that between you both was a GUISE OF DIVINITY . and so you come upon him as though he had been born in your walls. teasing and light with a jovial tone that seeks to bleed in. —— “ WELL, WELL if it isn’t my favorite messiah , attempting to bind us as one! you inch closer , turning a finger against his jaw ( @whatsout. ) a behavior to undo and so you hold his chin.
there are requirements to your relationships . one must always be above the other and so you stand yourself on a pedestal and FILL HIM ON ACID . think to start up an expose on the saint. the plague eater fighting for his people but WITH A HIDDEN PLEASURE IN TAKING THINGS APART. . you think of how well it would be tear him apart. to take his labors and leave him bare. for what was more delicious than taking a good man to his edges. but alas you play along - the good child of fate bowing down to archive something else.
“ we’ve not seen each other in so long , and here you are flirting up a storm.” you laugh - deep and catching , your hands now holding his face. fingers tracing scripture from past deeds settled in his skin. “ you've not changed much , a few years older for sure but you sit with the same lofty ideas as before . how is that place you call home my dear?” YOU THINK OF WHAT HE WOULD DO TO ENTRAP YOU . would it be a sea of blood to the river he called to take his plague. or would it be a knife to siphon your parts ? WHAT EVER IT MAYBE IT WOULD BE GLORIOUS .
