sun bleached flies // U v. LL (day 6)
Jul 31, 2023 19:33:24 GMT -5
Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Jul 31, 2023 19:33:24 GMT -5
Revenge is the sweetest when served cold. Like a body or a pawn swiped away from the playing table - there’s no animation or emotion left, just a cruel bitterness that seeks to devastate the soul. To have such a long-lasting effect on someone would be a statement that would be unforgettable, because how could someone ever forget the person who damned them for all of eternity? The power that could reside in my hands if the stars aligned and fell like a thousand tiny knives.♛
If only, I think - because my head hurts and so does my body. It does not mean I will give up, though. I’ve got more than my willpower to fight for; I have reasons to be doing what I’m doing. I have an insatiable sickness to revel in the spotlight that could be placed on me if I were to succeed at my mission. No time for apologies or emotion, no room for intensity - just desire, as deadly and destructive as it comes. I have realised that the danger is my becoming. So on this fine line between life and death, I feel the pain but dance in it. And they can all watch, because like it or not, I will not go down just because they will it of me.
“I don’t need a backup plan. Peace? I don’t want that. I reject peace. There’s more comfort in the chaos I can create than any peace could provide because the power is in my hands. I like that feeling. Don’t you?” I say, eyes glaring at Ulysses sword which is glazed with my dark blood. There must be the same sentiment shared to some extent because there’s no rejection from Ulysses. The bloodshed is just as comforting to them too.
“But hey, what do I know? Peace might be the last thing you need.”
“Exactly,” I spit. “We’re all complicated. Peace can’t be your priority either, but that’s okay. It’s normal. You want me dead and that’s the proof.”
If I wanted peace, I’d have looked at the hologram of M word and forgiven him in an instant. I’d have felt sorry for him and tried to heal the digital wounds on his body - to no avail, obviously, but I would have tried. There isn’t space in my heart for that anymore. I’ve rejected that. My eyes are red with rage and my tunnel vision is like a bullet, mind locked and loaded and the target is on his real body.
“We’re all evil - some of us just realise it before the rest and embrace it whilst they still can.”
I shake my head and look to the ground. If it swallows me whole right now, it would spit me back out.
“I’ll get my revenge, dead or alive. I get that. My checkmate is secured. But what about you? How’s your game of checkers ever going to end when you like the feel of the pieces too much?”
[ lillybird attacks ulysses ; lily-hilted sword ]
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[ 1051 -- Deep Gash on Cheek -- 8.5 damage +1 blades ]
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