until you break :: Achilles x Mace (blitz)

( a c h i l l e s )

It reminds her of the clubs she'd find herself in, the way the drinks would burn the back of her throat.

She blinks and sees the mute colors of a dead man's eyes, watching the murky abyss spill from his irises, feeling the glass scrape against her fingers. Weird, she wears scarlet gloves made of indecency and humiliation and yet she ca only see the tones of blues and purples coursing through her veins, tracing bloodlines into her skin, carving the walls of a broken kingdom into the cells of shattered glass. 

All she remembers is the way he looked. She swears she could have heard him muttering prayers to a false god. 

There are no strippers or hit men or servers or bartenders, only the damned and the dying. For the longest time, tracing the lines of a broken reality in the nightclubs she'd walk through, she considered herself neither damned nor dying. Only existing, stuck in empty space, dipped in the River Styx and spat back out. 

Now, in the dead of the moonlight she has become one of the damned. 

In the morning, she realizes she was always damned. 

The sunlight comes in scattered remains, guts and innards splattered across the bedroom floor, dragged up the walls and spat over the ceiling. Her eyes survey the bloodbath before she exits, noting the way that, beneath the sunlight, the walls are cast into an abyss of dark blues and dying purples. 

She was never a fan of Mace Emberstatt. 

She sees him and feels the touch of a man twice her age on her hips, feels his breath on her neck. Her skin ripples and goosebumps explode on her body, sees the black closing in from the outer edges. They say things go red when you're enraged.

For her, it's more of a bloody purple.

They say love has no age. 

She's not going to justify it.

"Mr. Emberstatt, i'm going to have a word with you." 

She stands staring down at the victor, tray in her hands and blood in her veins. 

Her tray hits the table and her eyes stare deep into the man in front of her.

Cold, like ice.

coding : elegant