Overcasted Eyes with Bruised Lips [Riordan vs Lucas Day 7]
Apr 22, 2017 20:38:45 GMT -5
Post by Tom on Apr 22, 2017 20:38:45 GMT -5
Something was wrong with the tea that he had drank the day before.
It took him too long to realize it, but the arena itself was like it had been laced with drugs. Reality and Fantasy don't exist in their world. Up is down. Down is up. Right is left. Left is right. Nowhere is everywhere. Something is nothing. Riordan can't hold on to what's real. He never could, no matter if he was here or there or everywhere. Time seemed to vanish as Elettra's kiss fades from his memory. She's in front of him. No. No one was there. Or was there. He couldn't tell anymore. The figure melts into a pile of goo, like his weapons had done before. There's nothing right in a world where everything melts away from existence.
No one shows up in the sky. Everyone had visited the tea party that created the things that move around him. Bright lights that mix into existence. He was feeling great, but as night grew darker and darker, the real fear came out. Pretty colors turn into shady things. Eyes that follow him wherever he goes. Lips that seem to whisper in his ears. The tiny crayons he has making music from violins. He can hear the colors playing. A crescendo picks up as he runs through the orchards where he can see the droopy messes of clocks. They tick to life, following the music of the crayons. A laugh escapes his throat as he moves quickly through the orchards. Creatures staring at him like he was crazy. Was he? tick tock. The clock is ringing that it's time for the real show to begin.
Eyes transform into a person. He can see her with everything inside of him. Lips sewn shut, eyes staring at him, wide and crazy. Naveen Casovnik was staring him down. Heart pumps to life, or was it already beating. There's no way to tell. He wants to scream in terror. He wants to run, but he's stuck. Feet planted firmly to the ground, or he was floating. he couldn't tell. All he could do was ride the wave of whatever was messing with his grasp of the world. Nothing was real. Would death be real? Would he be real? Would the ticking stop?
Riordan was a clock.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Naveen Casovnik tries to laugh at him, but only thread moves like a snake. Slithering through her lips, sending ice down the back of his shirt. It's cold. He's cold. Or was he hot? He's still late. Early. On time. Naveen just stares with cold dead eyes. Cold dead eyes that are clouded with anger. He can read her thoughts. She's mad that he couldn't save her. Thread slithering in her lips. His voice escapes from his own lips. Scared that it might be sewn shut like hers. A snake slithering in and out of his mouth, until he was cold and dead like Naveen.
"No! I am sorry Naveen. I can't save you. I can't help you. Leave me alone. Please. I can't forget you if you keep appearing."
Thread strikes his lips. It moves in and out of his lips as he tries to scream for help. Lips are sealed shut with the secrets that Naveen shared. They were both mad. They were both apart of each other's insanity. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The thread snake sings in tune to the crayons and clocks. The crescendo picking up even more than it already has, until it falls. Naveen melts into a pool of goo somewhere out of sight. The thread snake snaps with a scream as it vanishes from his lips. Everything feels cold and warm. The clocks tick slowly. The crayons play quietly as he catches eyes with the one and only Lucas O'Hara. A smirk pulls at his lips.
"Didn't expect to run into the hot artist type today. I could just kiss you right now!"
Lips puckered up as he moves closer and closer. Eyes flutter closed, until he blinks for a moment. Terror fills his soul. The tower has collapsed. Wings have burned up in the atmosphere. The strongest of kings have fallen. His crown wraps itself in his hair. The violin in the dipped part playing slowly like the rest of the musical items that seemed to follow him. There's an eerie tone to the music. Eyes open wide for a second as colors of the orchards mix into blue and black and so many other colors, until Lucas can be seen in front of him. A kiss is all it takes, but he can't. Not now. Not ever. No one could carry the heart that Riordan Einfallen held.
It was too heavy for anyone else.
A giggle escapes his throat as he can hear himself whisper words to himself.
"Check. Check. Check. Tick. Tick. Tick. Fall. Fall. Fall. All kings fall down!"
Atlas Lumiere fell.
Kings and queens fall everyday with their secrets tied behind sewn lips.
Lucas O'Hara looked so perfect, but everything inside of Riordan screamed danger.
Had it been a few days yet?
Was this the finale?
It could be.
All he could do was giggle as he carries the throwing axes in his hand. Reality and fantasy no longer exist, only Riordan exist. Only he exists. He repeats it out loud once more.
"Only Riordan exists."
There's a whisper in his ear from an unknown voice. The words of a fallen king ring in his ear. Atlas Lumiere telling him to strike Lucas. Lucas was hot. Lucas had a nice butt. Lucas was great, so why did Atlas' whispers seem so right. All he was saying was to kill Lucas. End the life of O'Hara so he can find peace in his existence. Riordan could become a clock. He could tick tick tick his way into the arms of Jequirity. She would know who to listen to. Atlas Lumiere or himself. Kill or die.
With the whispers of a king long gone, he throws the axe.
No idea of what balance there was between reality and fantasy.
Death loomed over them.
All that can be heard is a giggle and the words of Riordan Einfallen.
"Sorry, Luke! Atlas told me to!"
Another giggle.
All kings fall down.
Riordan attacks
bG6UGr|e1-2
1. Lucas O'Hara
2. Riordan Einfallen
throwing axe
(Severed Finger 8.0)
bG6UGr|e1-2
1. Lucas O'Hara
2. Riordan Einfallen
throwing axe
(Severed Finger 8.0)
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