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ecstasy and accession // Scandal {Blitz} Sept 3, 2018 19:21:58 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Sept 3, 2018 19:21:58 GMT -5

Kroton Moon

Silhouettes and shadows share the cryptic stage. Beneath black branches and shining stars around the cemetery they follow the pathway of their lunar god of light. Meanwhile an intruder to the secret show sits atop a wall of stone swirling smoke from between his lips. Within his hands the sounds of shifting pills patter against the confinements of their container, another testament to his dishevelment. A broken boy bearing witness to a broken world of death and decay where the name of his cousin lies carved into the tale of a tombstone.

Amid the myriads of truth and reality, segments of surreal stem from his intoxication. Waves of hybrid hues hover within the black of the night. Quiet whispers from the lips of watching ravens twist existence further with mental madness. In this artificial world of delirium, Kroton feels ascended from the shackles of substantial societal suffering. Above the average bleakness emotions still are welcome to be felt in full.

The crying pangs of a distant clock reveal the shifting of night into early morning as pm turns to am. Perhaps this is all there is to life as a servant to the lords of pain and death, an endless existence in a realm of extended reality. It's not like its worse than what buried Zagreus Moon into the ground.

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ecstasy and accession // Scandal {Blitz} Sept 3, 2018 19:36:51 GMT -5

Post by ♛ scandal on Sept 3, 2018 19:36:51 GMT -5

Ecstasy flows throughout your body, like a potion poured into a witches brew. Midnight galaxy hues glowing against your porcelain skin, a gasp and you awake from dreams of floating clouds and crowns atop your head. Your back is cramped, as your are laying in between stone graves. You read the carved names, but you don't know the stories of the bodies you are laying on. A click and a flicker and a cigarette now lies between your plump pink lips.

The stars shine bright tonight, showering the cemetery with moonlight rays, peaking its way onto your silhouette. You don't remember how long you've been asleep, maybe it's been a while. You blow the smoke into the air, watching the night take it into it's grasp and crush it into nothing more than dust blowing in the wind.

A slight rustle in the cemetery catches your attention. A boy, no more than seventeen lies around the graves. This is your place to smoke, he can find somewhere else. So you call out to him, wanting him and his ass out of here.

"Hey, hey you. Do me a favor and get your ass out of my cemetery. Please and thank you."

Your voice has a coarse feeling to it, the smoke starting to show it's effect on your body. You blow it off, keeping your eyes transfixed on the boy who has tried to rip your smoking spot out of your hands.

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ecstasy and accession // Scandal {Blitz} Sept 3, 2018 19:58:21 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Sept 3, 2018 19:58:21 GMT -5

Kroton Moon

The illumination of the ethereal illumination suddenly shatters with commentary from the outside world. It always is inconvenient when someone decides to share their unwanted annoyance. The girl who is serving up such useless speech appears to be kissed by the curse of smoke as well. Kroton rolls his eyes taking in another long drag of his intoxicating satisfaction. His smoke slips free on the wings of his laughter. If there is something he isn't going to do it's move for some stranger with a superiority complex.

"Get over yourself, please and thank you."

Kroton begins flicking the bud of his cigarette and releasing ash towards the damp dirt below. If it weren't for the illegal substances staining his blood rage would clearly be crumbling from his features, but right now he is relaxed without an ounce of care or worry about his visitor. When being high it's so much easier to just not give a shit.

"Also I'm pretty sure your ass isn't buried in the ground here. So, not your cemetery." Kroton lifts from his spot on the stone before walking over next to Zagreus' tombstone. He pats the head of the stone of death several times before letting his voice loose again with another stream of smoke. "Plus I'm hanging out with my cousin, so I have every right to be here. Mind your own business bitch."

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ecstasy and accession // Scandal {Blitz} Sept 3, 2018 20:28:16 GMT -5

Post by ♛ scandal on Sept 3, 2018 20:28:16 GMT -5

Venom finds its way onto the boy's tongue. His voice sounded like a hiss, a snake ready to strike.

"Get over yourself, please and thank you."

A short pause, the boy stands. Legs move and he pats the top of a stone grave. You notice smoke blowing from his mouth as well, maybe you both have something in common. Your running from fear and despair, he might be too.

His poison laced words didn't stop there.

"Also I'm pretty sure your ass isn't buried in the ground here. So, not your cemetery."

You sense a bit of humor, a silent giggle in his words. He's amused by himself. Pathetic.

"Plus I'm hanging out with my cousin, so I have every right to be here. Mind your own business bitch."

Ouch. His words tried to sting, but they fell before your feet. His words didn't mean as much when he mentioned a cousin. You've dealt with more, electrified by his poison, you respond.

"My sister has been here longer, and it is my cemetery. The Yov-Maoi name is cursed, I'm practically a dead girl walking."

Your words speak truth, but you know his words speak nothing more than venom. So when you expect his response, you aren't waiting for a tearful apology or listening for his little legs to flee the cemetery. You wait for poison to drip from his sinful lips.

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ecstasy and accession // Scandal {Blitz} Sept 4, 2018 0:57:03 GMT -5

Post by Arrows on Sept 4, 2018 0:57:03 GMT -5

Kroton Moon

A sense of futility fragments and almost twists into tangibility. The eye of the moon continues to bear witness to the battle of broken relatives unfurling within the cemetery's confines. If Kroton were not indulging in the heavens of hell, he might have continued to charge with vile venom pure from his frozen heart. Alas upon the wings of ecstasy within the sky of falsified freedom his snake skin sheds begin pieces of the ethereal universe. Basically in a judgement call the young Moon opts to avoid the unnecessary destruction of his bought bliss. Lucky for this sorrowful stranger.

"Aren't you a joy."

Kroton mutters with a laugh inhaling an exorbitant amount of sinister smoke. He then lets the stream loose once more across the magenta midnight.

"Maybe try letting the drugs do what they are supposed to. Loose the weights."

His pills are sent spinning in parallel to the stars and into the possibly unsafe hands of her keeping. Perhaps peace could be found beyond the barriers of this world's limitations.

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ecstasy and accession // Scandal {Blitz} Sept 4, 2018 15:51:15 GMT -5

Post by ♛ scandal on Sept 4, 2018 15:51:15 GMT -5

A surprising occurrence, his words didn't strike the intent you thought they would. The venom didn't drip from his words like they did the other times, a more humorous tone accompanied his words this time. You waft the smoke away from your face as he says,

"Aren't you a joy."

His words have a laugh after them, inhaled smoke and a puff. It still seems that he amuses himself, something you don't bond well with. The nebula hues of the midnight sky shine bright, galaxies and supernovas look down upon you. You stare at them as the boy repeats something else to you.

"Maybe try letting the drugs do what they are supposed to. Lose the weights."

You don't try and listen as hard to his words, but you still end up catching most of what he says. You turn and look at him, narrowed eyes staring down at his small frame. He sends pills to your hands, flying through the sky, running past stars and constellations. The magenta and indigo hues of the night reflect through the orange container.

The pills fall into your hands, and you reluctantly pop and open and send some down your throat. You crack a smile, he's an odd boy. He turned from a silver tongue to a sarcastic laugh.

"Well, well aren't you being a little more pleasant. Why the sudden change of pace, missy britches?"