thicc succ :: {HBB vs Reflector; Succ}
Jun 25, 2016 19:53:01 GMT -5
Post by pogue on Jun 25, 2016 19:53:01 GMT -5
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This is what it feels like to watch Percy die:
Ice, her fingertips brush against the man's skin, carving lines into the points of his cheekbones. He breathes, fire and ice colliding in the air and wrapping around her throat, reaching in and strangling her lungs. She's draped across his lap, wrapping an arm around his neck, smudging the lipstick kisses on his collar.
This is the third week.
Every night, he tells her he's not coming back.
She leaves frostbite marks on his neck, puddles of bloody blacks and blues exploding beneath the surface. Effortlessly, she wipes the makeup from his skin, giving way to last nights exploits, before looking him in the eyes, cupping his cheek in her palm. Ashes to ashes, ice to ice, he presses fire against her lips and revels in the chills she leaves on his spine.
The lights are blinding, the way they bounce and pulse against her skin, darting in and out of sight, reflecting off the stripper pole forest she guides him through, stealing glances at the blurred shapes the wrap themselves around the poles like snakes, money stuffed into their underwear. When she first came here she'd recoiled at the way they swayed their hips, the way they clamored for more, throwing themselves into the face of abomination to survive.
Now, as he tightens his hold on her hand as she guides him, she realizes she does the same. Just, she doesn't have the dignity of being nameless like them.
"Wait, I want to go outside."
The sweat that runs down her neck freezes.
She falls apart bit by bit, recalling every lesson Styx had ever taught her, that this was her domain, amongst the lights and the indecency, that as soon as that door closed was when you signed your death.
And yet, she nods, smiling before letting him take the lead, biting her lip as they make their way outside. She tastes blood.
It's an odd feeling, the way the lights scatter as soon as that door opens, the way the air presses down on her shoulders, the way the night sky drips into her bones, the moonlight blurred against the hues of purple bricks that surround them. He steps a few steps away, looking up at the moon, admiring how broken it was.
She makes the mistake of thinking he just needed fresh air.
As soon as she goes to wrap her arms around him his hand is around her throat and she's slammed against the wall, blood trickling from the gash she bit in her lip, every frostbite kiss she's ever touched to skin spilling from her mouth amongst the chokes and hushed screams. He grinds his teeth, grinning before leaning into her ear.
"Y'know, I bet you've never heard of the other girls who worked for Styx. Bet she never told you about them."
Her hands wrap around his wrists, slapping against skin that has been rubbed against hers, grasping at the fingertips that have traced the lines of a war zone into her skin, the hands that have drowned her in bed sheets. They don't loosen, and in the same way he tightened his grip against her fingertips he tightens his grip again.
She sees the lights of the club again, watching the world darken, her vision pulsating into dancing blues and deathly purples. He leans in again, she feels fire in his breath, venom in his tone.
"All of them, dead. And now, I guess you are too-"
Bang.
His blood splatters against the side of her face, bloodying the boundaries of the kingdoms he'd made against her lips. She falls, gasping for breaths she had never deserved in the first place. She fully expects to see Styx standing above her, fully expects to feel the barrel of a gun against her skull.
Instead, it is Axyl that speaks.
"Y'know, sweetie, you should really pick better guys to date."
Everything from the rest of the night becomes a blue, because all she can focus on is the way it felt to choke on your own breath, the way it felt to have your heart slow in your chest, your stomach sink into the abyss.
It felt like she was dying from being alive.
That's what it felt like to watch Percy Delacroix die, wrapped in her own blood, offering her life to save someone she had only met the week prior.
Achilles had watched from the shadows, putting cracks into her obsidian skin, feeling every rush of blood drain from her system, watching every rush of blood drain from Percy's chest.
To think, she'd been attracted to the fire that burned inside of Percy's eyes.
She had died looking for the stars. Achilles had closed her eyelids, praying that she found the stars somewhere in the darkness, snuffing a fire that she had intended on kindling.
She'd left with Lucy and Petra, still wondering what was worth saving about Stevie Masinova. Perhaps she had been missing something, beneath the jokes and the warfare. For Stevie, for Justice, for Atlas, for all of them.
She buries that thought, stabbing it in the heart and drowning it in the abyss.
In the same way, she buries herself in the shadows when they stop to sleep, listening to Petra mutter under her breath, speaking into the darkness.
"Well, shit."
She rolls over in the night, staring at her allies silhouette.
"She's gone. We have to move on, it's the best thing to do."
She collects the broken glass shards inside her chest and pieces them together again, falling asleep listening to the howls and crackles off in the distance.
Is it morning? When they wake, they move, slinging their bags over fresh wounds, biting their lips as they traverse the shadows, brushing fingertips against the cave walls, feeling the blood course in their veins.
They stumble upon death, vile liquid rising up to the surface, popping in bubbles as they walk along the shore. Skulls litter the sand, and with every step she warns herself to not get too close to the waters.
Death stumbles upon them, clamoring out from the darkness, dragging the shadows along with them.
She readies her hammer, opening her mouth to speak before Petra beats her to it.
"I don't know what it is, what they are, but they have to go."
Lucy follows suit, lacing her words with sarcasm.
"Oh this is a great start to our morning! Can I maybe have some coffee first next time?"
She smirks at that, before charging at the beast with her hammer.
[Achilles attacks Reflector]
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