like strangers // calla [cade]
Jan 31, 2018 14:31:31 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jan 31, 2018 14:31:31 GMT -5
Just like in the movies
It starts to rain and we,
We're the broken beauties
Blindfolded minds collide and we fall
It starts to rain and we,
We're the broken beauties
Blindfolded minds collide and we fall
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He finds serenity, delicately blanketed in the arms of a midnight sky. The elongated line of Capitol buildings are just starting to inhale fluorescence, coloring the clouds a deep teal.
Faux stars and synthetic lights illuminate Raven’s path as he ambles through the training station’s rooftop. The taste of air from a height is a much-needed remedy to his tattered lungs: it’s like sipping waterfalls.
It has been days since he’s felt entrapped here—in an odd balance of literal and figurative sense. The hundred ghosts ‘round his head has only broke into more echoed mirages, swarming idly as it is in their palpable nature to. They don’t let a stray thought in, they don’t usher an explosive thought out. Equilibrium is broken and there’s bound to be a volcanic eruption at some moment from these sizzling magmas of thoughts. In addition to that, there’s a faint buzzing in the air like a lost butterfly’s wings from the electricity fencing this structure.
(They’re sheep for slaughter; the end is dawning.)
Moonlight, his oddity of a stylist had sprayed an azure mist over Raven that made him smell like scorched moth-wings over a flare and homemade dynamite. A living candle, she’d whispered in this hushed cadence of hers. But, he feels as if he carries a body of paper and its ripped edges have begun, glacially, to catch ablaze. His nose wrinkles at that.
Suddenly, there’s a surge of red adrenaline within his veins and he takes a leap forward towards a pond of darkness.
It all goes well—or so he t
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There never comes another footfall after that — only a panicked yelp from him and from the throat of a person below him. “Shit—I’m so sorry. Didn’t know you were there … should’ve warned a man though if you’re going to loiter in a 2 am shadow.”
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When the curtain drops
Our touch is just a touch
Not like in the movies
Our story's after the end like strangers
Our touch is just a touch
Not like in the movies
Our story's after the end like strangers