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blood on your lies { delacroix } | blitz Dec 30, 2015 0:46:24 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Dec 30, 2015 0:46:24 GMT -5

"i do not belong here, beneath their crystalline stars and oil black sky, on their cursed ground of old, stacked graves."

{ go row the boat to safer grounds
but don't you know we're stronger now
my heart still beats
and my skin still feels ;

My blood broils in my veins. Despite the wrath of the icy wind slicing through the night and biting through my flesh and bones, I am alive with flames. They had crawled up my skin and exiled the remnants of the ash - I had felt them at the masquerade ball. This night has been condemned to eerie silence, but I shatter the tranquility the moment my lips part to speak, thrusting the world into roaring chaos.

"Tonight, we will have Xanthe - and revenge."
It is both an order and a promise.

(They took her from me, they stole her away when it should have been me who suffered the consequences of my gambling.

No one steals from Calypso Delacroix.)

The door swings open, freed from its lock by my skillful hand, with a low creeaakk. (It sounds almost like an omen to me.) Gun firmly in the security of my hand, rigid with the adrenaline blazing white hot through every fiber of my body, I step one foot into the Brothers' Headquarters. And I swear my heart has morphed into a hammer, beating beating beating, pounding pounding pounding, against the fragile hollow of my chest.

My words, like needles against my lips, are numbing.
"Split up in groups once we're up the stairs.
Steal whatever the fuck you can - and don't wake any little bitch up while you're at it.
I'm going for the leader - Thaddeus - and for Xanthe.
Anyone who wants to stab a bitch, come with me."

My mouth closes, and my lips are stitched into the confines of silence by my own fear, rising in my chest, snarling in my ears, clawing against my mind, I beckon my sisters forward.

And we plunge into the perilous unknown.

(I walk in the shadow of fear tonight.)

{ my lungs still breathe
and my mind still fears
but we're running out of time
all the echoes in my mind cry ;

. . .

lyrics: "running with the wolves" by aurora.

[presto]

CALYPSO DELACROIX

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"even stars burn out."

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blood on your lies { delacroix } | blitz Dec 30, 2015 0:59:14 GMT -5

Post by ✨ on Dec 30, 2015 0:59:14 GMT -5

lora delacroix

I follow my sister through the streets on this darkened night because she told me to. I retrace every single one of her steps with my own light feet because she told me that the people who took our sister are filthy, vile beings. I latch on to every word she whispers - or rather spits - through the cold air of midnight because sisters before blood sisters before blood sisters before blood.

But it's okay. I'm half here for the fun of it, for the thrill of doing what we're not supposed to be doing. For fleeing through dead streets filled with dimly-lit streetlights and rumbles of Peacekeeper vans in the distant horizon. I don't plan on stabbing anyone or spilling blood across the floor. I am here because the word steal graces my sister's lips. I was robbed of my childhood so it's about damn time I did some thieving of my own.

We slink through the creaking door with it's hinges starved of oil, finding ourselves in enemy territory. 'Split up' she hisses, hand gripped around a gun, but I blink at the weapon like it couldn't kill one of us in a millisecond. Feet dancing against steps and heart pounding a little harder at every thud thud thud we make, I break free from my band of sisters and go about my own way. Marking my every step, every door, every window, every possible exit and weapon and weak spot in this building, my hands burn at the thought of riches and profit and begin my five-fingered thieving spree.