#wither.event

[k-sadwhale-3]

[giles-nesbitt-blog]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 : 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗

giles nesbitt needs “space” and “time,” as if this were physics and not a human relationship. he’s not the easiest individual to be around most days but once you learn about his tragic past and the things he’s endured; his awkwardness can be explained. the red-head prefers the “concept” of space because he doesn’t want to be boxed in. the weyrwolf wants to roam free with no boundaries and hopes to secure a future where he’s never forced to live inside another box ever again. most tend to believe he’s creating a joke about the “supposed” box that his sister and him were held captive in for seven years but that has never been the case. those were the darkest moments of his existence and he didn’t realize this until his sister planned his escape into this colorful world.

alone, confused, and starved for affection the child has wandered around this town for years without a home and a permanent family. that was until a certain crew of wolves took him in and raised him to be the man he is today. as a boy who wanted to get lost in the idea of “space,” and flung amongst the stars with his fingertips dancing against the milky way ... he’s now changed his perception of this place. now having seen the world from the stars’ point of view, he admits the world looked unbearably lonely. that was until he started to pull back the layers and examine the many moving parts that created this planet.

giles was never truly lost in this world. the weyrwolf knew exactly who he was and what he could accomplish with those who wanted to be there for him. the key point was acceptance and allowing himself to be loved. yes, he’ll still wonder around this town completely aloof but he can now be more open to human experiences.

[mabel-mott-blog]

LOTUS NIGHT ATTIRE

“clad all in white, upon a violet bank i saw thee half reclining; while the moon fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses and on thine own, upturn'd-alas, in sorrow.”

[macaulay-mott-blog]

LOTUS NIGHT ATTIRE: 

“Shadow is ever besieged, for that is its nature. Whilst darkness devours, and light steals. And so one sees shadow ever retreat to hidden places, only to return in the wake of the war between dark and light.” 

[macaulay-mott-blog]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 : 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗

as a man who uncovered his sexuality during his youthful prime, macaulay mott has never been afraid to embrace his deepest darkest desires. normally, such things were done in private and never spoken about on a public platform. then again, mac wasn’t someone who stood on the sidelines waiting for things to fall within reach. instead - he satiated his desires and lived his best life. experiences like this can change you, priorities will shift, senses will recalibrate, a new perspective will be born - if you sum all that, you get an awakening of the soul. 

the entire world treats us differently, like somehow changed. 

but the truth is, the world didn’t change - we did. we are no longer interested in superficial bullshit, we don’t feel like the rest of the people anymore, we don’t get offended by stupid things but we do get frustrated by reality. once macaulay learned to conquer this deep within himself, no one would ever kill his vibe and opened himself up to the “concept” of romance. yes, sometimes it was dark, sensual, and chaotic but it was overflowing with love, patience, and the desire to take care of someone else's needs before his own. 

[henri-miyahlov-blog]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 : 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗

he sits silently and watches the world around them. this has taken a lifetime to learn. it seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. the young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. it is a waste, for silence is pure. silence to him was holy. it draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. this is the great paradox.

as a vaympire who normally walks these streets alone - he’s aware that the concept of romance was a foreign one to him. abused and broken during the course of his existence, it’s taken him years to accept the lingering touch of another soul. hell. the only person whose fingertips could grace his porcelain skin was that of his very own sire and only because the two shared a deep, maybe even intimate connection. henri could stare at them four hours and just feel safe in their presence. given his destructive past - the vaympire could see no future in terms of his love life.

only recently had the man even accepted his sexuality and the thought that gender played no part in his own deep-seed infatuation amused him. was he ready for a full-blown romance? kindly, no. however - henri could lay in his bed tangled with another stranger as he tried his very damndest to feel human, maybe even validated.

[giles-nesbitt-blog]

* ╱ 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓

●︎ when: june 2019 ●︎ where: deadwood pride : streets ●︎ with: open to any muse

it wasn’t often one would see a motorcycle gang celebrating pride in a town that historically never participated. then again, deadwoods finest always seemed to surprise him. these were the same folks that took him in at the age of seven and gave him a support system. he owed them more then they could ever realize and it was them who forced him out to celebrate with them. one of the female pack members even coaxed him into her salon chair and dyed his hair from it’s natural flaming red to a sultry silver color that actually impressed him. dressed in grey sweatshirt that read, “feed the good wolf,” with a pride symbol under the wording - giles couldn’t help but chuckle some. as music blared throughout the streets of dell rapids, the man lost himself in the music and just continued to dance on his own. as sweat beaded on his brow, giles made use of towel he’d been given from a local vendor and wiped it away. the man was clearly here to have fun and so it caught him off guard when someone stepped behind him, tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to dance. “sure thing.” he smiled not caring who it was that asked him.

[bram-tolliver-blog]

* ╱ 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑

●︎ when: june 2019 ●︎ where: deadwood pride : sidewalk bar ●︎ with: open to any muse

sidors lodge was a perfect headquarters for a weekend of fun. this was his very first time attending pride and he was eager to explore what was promised to be an adventure of a lifetime. alone and on his own, bram got dressed in an outfit that would make him feel more comfortable within a street full of colorful people. when he thought about pride and what this represented, there came a smile to his features as a tongue raked over his bottom lip. already the man had started to drink and immediately knew another drink was in order. in fact - he shared no shame in doing a shot with a group of college students who happened to wave him over and compliment on his overall “everything.” flattering as this was, bram smiled a devilish grin and down the shot that was obtained just for him. trading numbers with the crew, abraham waved them goodbye and set off deeper into the streets of dell rapids. it wasn’t until he got lost in the massive crowd that he ventured towards the sidelines and settled in at a sidewalk bar. “i knew this place would be crowded but i never realized this many attractive people existed in our town.” he chuckled as he ordered a beer and one for his neighbor.