i like the crawls in the dark // tune, alice, kiptyn. day 5.
Jul 24, 2022 21:13:44 GMT -5
Post by ✨ zozo. on Jul 24, 2022 21:13:44 GMT -5
(can you face it?can you look?)
"I told you guys!" and it's panic, surely, finally, filling up her entire body with malice. Arms outstretched, purple veins in lantern light, shadows dance off of the cave walls.Tune is staring at her own hands horrified - trembling.
"I told you guys I didn't want to go in here!"
(or are you ashamedof what you have done?)
A cave mouth is a death sentence.
But Carly and Andrew don't know that. They don't know that what lingers in the belly of the beast is death, the rumbling underneath her feet, the solemn looks of strange men in grey in the doorway of her classroom and teary eyes darting around - who's parents died today?
A cave mouth is a death sentence and Tune holds her breath all the way down, down, down.
But Carly and Andrew stride in without fear, or any care for hers.
A cave mouth is a death sentence and as the dark swallows her whole she seethes, light bouncing as she walks from trembling hands.
But Carly and Andrew,
Carly and Andrew,
Carly and Andrew,
Carly and Andrew,
they don't care at all -
do they?(does he haunt you?does he hurt?)
She had wanted to dance, and wanted it to mean something. So she had.
And now Carly and Andrew prance ahead in front of her, laughing, their echoes reaching her steps behind. The joke has passed, Tune doesn't care to know what the crux of it was. Her, probably. Definitely. Tune dancing, stepping on Andrew's toes, Tune scowling. Tune, blushing, Tune, wanting-
- stupid, idiot Andrew, standing next to fierce, radiant Carly -
- bossy, Capitolite darling Carly next to sweet-hearted, careful Andrew -
perfect for each-other, leave Tune in the dust, her stomach gnaws and she regrets yesterday's generosity.(is it too much to bearjust to let it all out)"Look what happened, look, look, look look look-" purple trails up her neck, through her cheeks, steals sense from her brain. Her brown eyes turn violet - she sees red."Fuck you guys!" Haggard breath, heart-beat fast. "I don't need you anyway!" a snarl at someone's outstretched hand, she is ruined. Poisoned, it is all their fault, she knew this would happen. A cave mouth is a death sentence. Loving them is a death sentence.
"You can fuck off and dance with each-other and do whatever the fuck else, fuck! I have to- I have-"
Tune has to go.
So she scrambles, fleeing her own sabotage, all the while the thud in her ears dragging her down, down, down into the belly of the beast - where is the exit? She must make it, she must, Carly, Andrew, tears, no, she's crying and wiping them away and she drops her lantern, it shatters at her feet, "fuck!"-
Jealousy, green like envy. Purple, everywhere, it consumes her. They hate her. They hate her. They're laughing at her, wrapped up in each-other, they hate her as much as she hates herself. Nasty, rude, terrible Tune. They hate her, she hates them, but she hates her too.
A cave mouth is a death sentence, she moves toward the only light she can see.
(are you there?)
"Guess it is your funeral after all."
A scoff, perhaps a laugh - tainted, it is sour on her purple-veined tongue. The boy from the tavern.
And a girl, not unlike herself.
"I've already killed one career," snarling, these are not her words - just her hidden thoughts, sins buried deep in the darkness.
"So what's another?"
table coding elegant // lyrics alissic
glaive·glaive
tune attacks alice, sickle
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tune attacks kiptyn, sickle
glaive
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