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🌱 kaitlin. Graphics 2,683 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Apr 25, 2024 18:48:49 GMT -5 aspiring beam of light	river russo / capitol. fin Nov 12, 2019 16:59:48 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Nov 12, 2019 16:59:48 GMT -5 i am such a hollow creature; with no heaven inside my chest, and hell deserted bones. was i born a souless shell or did the world drain my ichor veins? — desecrated, b.s.h.
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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Jan 23, 2020 21:16:37 GMT -5

"Even the moon is asleep," Octavia says to me, striding into my apartment. I never remember giving her a key and yet, for every time that I take the one she uses away from her, she always seems to have another. "Yet here you are, working as hard as ever."

I come out of my thoughts in a haze, feel like I've been walking through a fog.

Writing and making music has always been like that for me, at least the kind of music that I love, the kind of music that makes me want to create it in the first place. I remember when I was just a kid, never having an interest in the kind of wild creations other kids my age were allowed to indulge in; I never wanted to dress in bright patterns or dye my hair crazy colors, never had any interest in painting my face abstract designs or adding fake things to my eyelashes.

I always just wanted to create music.

At first, I can't exactly figure out what she means, but then I realize her coat is wet, and then I hear the pitter-patter of water falling on the balcony beyond the windows and I realize that it must be raining.

"No rest for the wicked, I suppose."

I shrug my shoulders as I talk, a slow lift that's almost as half-hearted as my reply. I know that she's going to see right through it; Octavia always does. She's known me for years now, since I was just a fourteen-year-old kid with a gift for plucking guitar strings and stringing together words that made little girl's hearts pitter-patter harder than the rain on my balcony. Still, even though she's going to see through it, that doesn't change the apathy that's there.

I know this song will go nowhere.

I should stop bothering with it.

"What are you working on?" Octavia asks, pulling her gloves off of her hands. She lays them on the table by the door, and then slips out of her jacket, hanging both it and her purse on the rack. "Another hit for me?"

That makes me want to roll my eyes.

Instead, I swallow, lean back into the couch cushions and kind of wish that I could disappear.

"Maybe tomorrow," I say instead. That makes her sigh.

I just close my eyes, wonder if I can hide in the dark there.

"If you say so," she replies, and I hear the clink of glass against itself and I assume that means she's pouring herself a drink.

Without saying anything, I extend my hand as far as I can, a question clear. I know that she's going to roll her eyes, know that she's going to give me a look, but I know that in the end, she's going to pour me a glass, too, and that's really all that matters.

A minute later, the glass is in my hand and I feel the cushions beside me shift as Octavia sits down. I keep my eyes closed, take a sip of the liquor.

I hear the rustle of papers and the clink of her glass on the table, and I'm pretty sure she neglected to actually take a sip before invading my head. It's nothing new, really, and I know that she won't use a word of it. "What are you working on?" she asks, as if she's genuinely interested. Sometimes I think that she is, think that maybe she thinks I've been well-sold and I could probably start actually writing and recording my own songs, the ones that inspire me, but then a songwriter sends her a bop and I'm in the studio singing something I have no interest again, on the stage putting on a show that isn't mine.

"Does it matter?" I ask, and I hear her put the papers down, pick up her glass.

"Ugh," Octavia says. I peek one eye open and half-smile at the grimace decorating her face. The red dragon tattoo over her left eye is all distorted by her expression, but it's still a sight for sore eyes. I've spent three days locked away in my apartment this time, and even if her face isn't exactly always a friendly one, it's certainly familiar, and that surely counts for something. "Why you insist on drinking this horrible shit is always beyond me."

"You steal less when it's all I have around," I quip back.

"I'm the reason you have money to buy a stock of it in the first place," she replies, brow raised, not exactly a challenge, but somewhere near there. I could fight back, say that I'm the reason she was able to sell me, that my music was really what mattered, but I think the sad truth is that that's not exactly true.

It's not true at all.

She could have sold anyone with the right look, and she could have taken anyone and given them the right look even if they didn't come with it. She chose me, heard me singing on the street on day and took a second glance at me and decided that I was worth her time.

Decided I was someone she could sell.

"Fair enough."

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