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kousei ♚
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bound deeper than our own skin; rosaris [blitz] Feb 24, 2018 19:58:11 GMT -5

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Post by kousei ♚ on Feb 24, 2018 19:58:11 GMT -5

This existence is agony.

The moment a red spatter paints itself across the sky, I realize it can only be described as partial and imperfect. There's a split second of red flash --

(I'm falling)

-- my back hits the a white surface and it's nothing like collapsing onto my bed after a hard hitting high, nothing like falling into Rosie's lap because I feel like I belong there. I scrape the back of my head on asphalt and burn my palms onto the snow and there's a rough grunt that escapes from between my teeth. This is the mark I make on the world, an imprint declaring my allegiance to the pain.

I'm seeing double and hearing slurs, he spits something about owed money for my last hit and sets a deadline. I'll forget; the fucker's just lucky he caught me off guard. But he turns on his heels anyway, brushing my pale fingers with his boot and I'm biting back the urge to spit silver venom between shades of black and blue.

Painful existence, partial failure; I lift myself up on throbbing feet and shaking knees and press snow onto my tender, swollen eye and hold the palm of my hand against every jagged rib spattered with bruises -- it spits dull pain. I know cracked ribs when I fucking see them.

Fuck, he got me good.

I follow the stars, stumbling across this white path dimly lit by constellations. They guide me to the first place I think of and the only place I want to be right now.

(I'm going to die)

I leave a jagged blood trail in the snow, as I grit my teeth and my desperate fits rapidly hit the surface of her door with a desperate rhythm and caution thrown into the wind. I don't care who sees me anymore, just as long as I can see the blue stars one last time. "Rose?"

She sees me when she swings open the door.

(beaten, bloodied and broken)

She sees all of me.

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bound deeper than our own skin; rosaris [blitz] Feb 25, 2018 15:56:41 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Feb 25, 2018 15:56:41 GMT -5

His bedroom light was off- boys like him did not sleep at night. Polaris worked best in the shadows, hand prints against cool glass, blindsided by those footsteps you thought you heard behind you.

Hell, who was she to say anything? Aching fingers tucked neatly into the pockets of her sweater, moonlit hair shining silver among the darkness, Rosemary stood in front of his house biting her lip: Where is he? She checked the bars he could sometime be found looming near, walked through the outskirts of the poverish parts of the district hoping to find him leaned up against an oak tree with his head down, but he was nowhere to be found. Boys like him did not sleep at night. Instead, it seemed that they disappeared like the light itself.

She had only just made it home and taken off her boots when she heard a careful racket sound from the front door. She knew before opening it who would be waiting on the other side. It was almost comical, in a way, that she had been out looking for him, only to find him standing on her porch. She sat her boots down by the door before opening it up and- “Rose?”

She gasped, visably shocked by his trodden appearance. He was a stained glass work of bruises and cuts, blood and swollen body parts.

He’d been beaten. Most times, her North Star was too clever to be caught, but running from a demon only prolongs the inevitable, doesn’t it?

“Christ, Polaris! Were you mauled by a bear?!” she spat, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and helping him inside.

^{I AM A GARDEN OF BLACK AND RED AGONIES}

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bound deeper than our own skin; rosaris [blitz] Feb 26, 2018 17:40:50 GMT -5

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Post by kousei ♚ on Feb 26, 2018 17:40:50 GMT -5

I always fucking hated it when someone looked at me with a glint in their eye that even resembled concern. I never hesitated to spit venom and let acid drip from my chin; no one's allowed to look at me like I'm cornered prey.

("I can take care of my fucking self, fuck off.")

Fuck, Riley always knew how to piss me off.

But when Rosie throws open the door and her eyes widen, I can't help but bite my lip nervously when she sees me. All of me; not just the surface level stuff. Not just the old scars wrapped around my skin, the fake smiles, the nicotine and drugs but me in a predicament I haven't found myself caught within for years.

Her arms wrap around my shoulders and her words reverberate through every inch of my mind. “Christ, Polaris! Were you mauled by a bear?!” And then she's pulling me inside, pulling all of my inside. The northern star with nothing but a black hole in his past, not a solar flare in his future.

She's seen me; every inch of my flesh and blood. The opposite case clearly comes into play but she'd never seen seen me for what I was. Below the surface, when I wasn't riding a high or clutching nicotine between my teeth. No one ever has because there's nothing down there but empty space. A northern star with void in his chest.

I see her, the wide blue stars in her eyes, and there's something there.

"I wish," I manage a smile. Gazing at her as I do my best to bring myself to the closest seat and set myself down. "It's nothing though, I just," fuck I just wish I could tell her what I always tell Riley. "Have you got any ice?" I look down, wincing before looking back up and giving a weak grin, despite everything telling me not to. "I think saying 'I would like some' would be an understatement."

Some wounds bruise more than just the skin.