prevalgonoimedici: ERIK .
@lstratstanding // erik sc. : accepting
“Those are bold words.”
THERE’S A HUM FROM WHERE ERIK SITS ; those piercing orbs locked upon the other man. “But i’ve heard them before , i’ve even uttered them. Words are nothing without action - and i can’t see why i would involve myself in this. What do i have to gain?” WHILST HE COULDN’T DENY HE ENJOYED PLAYING WITH FEDERAL AGENTS NOW & AGAIN ; Erik did not cause destruction simply because he could. There was a reason , a motivation behind everything Erik does. He could be impulsive yes , anger was an emotion that often controlled him more than he could control it - but he has gotten a little better at choosing his battles. LIFE WAS IN TRUTH ; LIKE A GAME OF CHESS ; wasn’t that what he had been taught?
“Convince me.”
A CHALLENGE POSED LIKE A DEMAND ; self proclaimed god lets out a chuckle , head falling to the side , picture of pleasant conversation which drips in black ink and blood . ❝ i don’t often waste time on futile conversation . ❞ PRIDEFUL WOLF LICKS HIS LIPS , reaches for the cigarette , lights it in silence as scarred lungs fill up with poison . sharp exhale . finding the digital footprints of the other had been a challenge , but not impossible . he was , after all , THE BEST AT HIS OWN FUCKING GAME ! ❝ a drink first ? perhaps that will set the mood . ❞ eyebrow rises and he does not wait for the other to agree , bottle in hand before the other man can protest . ❝ i get nervous , you see . i find it does wonders to help calm the nerves . ❞ FERAL SMILE , MADNESS SLIPS FROM FRAME .
❝ you have to adapt to the new age , the new world and the new way of fighting war . ❞ glass raised to his lips , dead man laughs , hollow and full of the taste of burial dirt . ❝ digitally . i mean . and why would you not work with the best there is . ❞
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Denise Levertov, from To Stay Alive: Poems; “I Thirst,” written c. October 1970
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Why must my feelings be "rational"? Is it not enough to sit quietly in my hawaiian shirt, deranged?
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I am rotting. I will die in this house. I'm going to become a stain on the sheets. I will ruin the carpet. My vitae will leak and never come off the walls.
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In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering ‘where have you been?’
I say, ‘I’ve been lost but I’m here now.
You’re the only person who has ever been able to find me.’
Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
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