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Untitled (sugar David), 2008 by Matej Kosir

#☆ HOLLYWOOD DEVILS . #☆ NARCISSUS IS BACK .

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The chattering soothes him, puts the horrible thoughts out of his mind. Felix’s voice alone could be enough; it’s the most beautiful sound in the world—buttery caramel spread over the jagged purr of a cat. But the lighthearted nonsense is helpful, too.

          “It’s all coffee,”          he says, laying his head back down. He presses sleepy, lazy kisses to sun-warm skin, ready to receive whatever earful he’s about to get. It’s funny, of course, to get him worked up, but that’s not all there is to it; he loves Felix’s passion, and his quickness to indulge that passion. Such depth of feeling is beautiful and profound and addictive. Anyone would be lucky to get one of his raving diatribes, no matter how trivial the subject matter may seem. 

          “ N-no, I’m not — ”     He laughs, brushing a hand over Zero’s blond curls, watching them spring right back into place with glee,     “ I don’t dwell on it, or anything. Sometimes I think about it in passing when I think of how lucky I am to have you. ”

All those possibilities of what could have been makes his head spin. He doesn’t want to think of a world where they are apart — he can’t imagine it, the same way he can’t imagine a world where he didn’t need to eat or breathe. Zero is who his fire burns for, without him, he would extinguish into a plume of smoke, snuffed out like a flame that has run out of candlewick. 

Unimaginable. Anxiety inducing. He nuzzles in closer to Zero’s warmth, breathing in the sweet floral scent of his cologne. 

          “ — I was put on this Earth for two things; to love you and to get you to understand the difference between dark and light roasts. Or coffee and espresso for that matter. Goddamn, Zero, it’s really not that hard to tell the difference. ”

#wickdcreatures

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His arms wrap around her immediately; he shuts his eyes for a moment and enjoys the closeness. Her closeness. It isn’t always like this. It’s important that he remembers every detail, every sensation. 

          “Things just happen, I guess, and they keep happening, and here we are,”          he says, because that’s all there really is to it, as far as he can tell. He’s just as puzzled as she is. Sometimes—especially in the aftermath of a party like this—he is stricken with a strange bewilderment at his own life, unsure how he got here. All of it is so unrecognizable, so foreign, even now. Things happened, and they kept happening, and here he is. 

There’s a 24-hour donut place in the city. He wonders if they deliver. Bleary eyes open; he gazes at the twinkling lights outside the window for a little while, then looks back at Spirit. Studying her. Memorizing her.

          “I’m so happy you’re still here.”

HIS NON-ANSWER ANSWER DOES ENOUGH TO ALLEVIATE ANY CONCERNS SHE HAS ABOUT STAYING. Zero has obviously always been fond of her. She can't dispute it, not even if she wanted to pretend to be modest. If anything else were true, Spirit would be dead right now.

She's sleepy, pleasant. She's worn out from socializing and following Zero around and consuming various mind-altering substances. When Zero gestures for her to sit, she ambles over, only swaying a little bit, and plops down into his lap. Her head rests against his shoulder.

"You have parties like in the movies," she says dreamily. "How did you ever come up with such a crazy life?" Because they both know it wasn't always like this. They both know they used to be sitting cross-legged on the floor, splitting a box of donuts.

#vitalphenomena

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@unpossession SAID:   “we're trapped in a dream."     ☆     MEME:  health lyric starters     ☆     send FANMAIL!

         “Trapped?”

She’s kissed him to madness again. His eyes are glossy and faraway, looking somehow darker than usual, and only half of his sweet nothings have managed to make any sense. He clutches a rosary in one hand and cups her breast with the other. This delirium does not feel like a trap. He is quite happy here. There is no place he would rather be; this is the embrace of God, this is a prayer answered, a million prayers—

         “I’m not trapped. Heaven is here. You could chain me, cage me, and I would still be at peace… Are we only dreaming?”          He touches her face, experimental.          “Is this a dream?”

#unpossession #☆ FANMAIL . #begging him to stop entering into psychosis every time she makes him horny

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         “Of course you can. You’re strong.”

Stronger than anyone gives her credit for. Stronger than he ever imagined she would be. He remembers when he met her all those years ago, looking for easy prey. I could get better, she’d told him, and he hadn’t believed her—but here she is, alive and well. Better, just like she said. She’s survived worse things than this. 

He cups his hands in the water and pours it over her hair, her shoulders. A little baptism for Hollywood’s latest victim. And now I christen you one of us. 

riley has never craved stardom , it just wasn't what she was built for . the last thing she ever thought she'd be is controversial , something people talk about in the tabloids . she had witnessed zero's success and admired him for him for it , but it's a scary world , one she had stayed out of until now . ❛ as long as it's together .. i can do this . ❜

#winterbeheaded

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          “I’m sure your cousins are much smarter than I am,”          Z laughs, trying to play at humility, though he can’t help but preen a bit at any sort of praise.          “Thank you, though! I do believe the most important thing in the world is our ability to enjoy things. I mean, what else is there?”

Lloyd paused, mood immediately changing. He nodded, once, twice, and continued while he talked. "Holy shit, you're right. You are so right." 

He clasped onto both of Zero's shoulders, and shook him a little. 

"You gotta be, like, the smartest guy in the whole world. Like, right next to my cousin. Or my other cousin. Or my other other cousin."

#mortau

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@wickdcreatures SAID:   “ we could’ve never met. ” from felix 8)     ☆     MEME:  health lyric starters     ☆     send FANMAIL!

          “What an awful thing to think about,”          Zero says, lifting his head from Felix’s chest to peer at him with bleary eyes.          “I don’t even want to imagine it. A life without you is no life at all.”

Sometimes he wonders if Felix says these things to assert his dominance, in a way. To remind him of how bad things could be. What would have happened to him—to both of them—had Zero never stepped inside that strange, unsettling shop on Haight Street? What bleak, empty existence would they have lived, and for how long? The phantom of this alternate, unlived life looms like a threat: This is what could have been, this is what waits for us if we ever part. 

          “How would I keep warm?”          he asks, trying to make light of it.          “Who would teach me the difference between good coffee and bad?”

#wickdcreatures #☆ FANMAIL . #felix: wat if we never met lol #z: what the fuck. what the fhcu k. wtf? ur doing this on purpose. i'll kill myself

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He turns in the direction of the boardwalk, beginning to make his way toward it. There’s still a block or two of boutique shop fronts between them and their destination, so he goes at a leisurely pace, occasionally peering in the windows when something particularly flashy catches his eye.

          “I’m partial to sunset, but I’m a night owl anyway,”          he laughs.          “I’d probably appreciate the sunrise just as much if I were ever awake to see it. What about you?” 

The air grows a little cooler as they approach the seaside, and the shops begin to peter out in favor of quick-service food establishments catering primarily to surfers and other such beachgoers. The sound of crashing waves grows louder and louder, as does the sound of seagulls and laughter. Sea salt perfumes the air, adding a little extra to the sweet taste of gelato. It isn’t long before their footsteps, which sound so flat and tinny on the pavement, become rich and earthy on wood. 

Zero perks up a little, eyes on the water. 

HIS HAND ON HER LOWER BACK IS TASTEFULLY HIGH, BUT IT STILL BRINGS COLOR TO HER CHEEKS. Regardless of her modesty, she does not stop him. She kind of likes being so gently guided around. As she eats her ice cream, she smiles around her spoon.

"Oh!" She exclaims. "The boardwalk, that sounds so—" She cuts herself off with another spoonful of ice cream. She's still smiling, but it's a little bit more bashful. Romantic, she was going to say. But she doesn't want to be presumptuous. (Although, why else would Zero still be hanging around, right?)

"—gorgeous. I mean, the water must be beautiful. Do you prefer sunrise or sunset?"

#vitalphenomena

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          “Well. I’m not sure what you’d like to know,”          Zero says, leaning against the wall.         “I’m Zero. You can call me Z, if that’s easier. This is my house. I eat people too, but not quite like… that. I’m more secretive about it, since lots of people know my face, and think that I’m human. I'm bisexual...” 

She's quiet for a moment, before nodding. "...Khov try Khov's best." She taps her fingers together, frown on her face. "Khov learned speak to be useful." 

Look around, she then looked up at Zero. "Khov talked about Khov lots. Khov curious about you now."

#mortau

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Zero watches her, wishing he could reach into her mind the way she can reach into his. He’s never considered her desire particularly elusive, but he’s intrigued by the novelty of her reaction to Archie. Maybe it’s because of what he represents. Who he represents. Why does she look away when she’s the one who wanted him first? Why does she want him at all? 

He’s skirting dangerously close to thinking about him again. Electric blue, the scent of cigarette smoke. He never bothered to think much about the two of them together; they don’t fit, they don’t make sense, and it was only natural—inevitable, even—that their acquaintanceship went up in flames the way it did. No use dwelling on it; the situation solved itself. But now, with his avatar here, he has to wonder what they were to each other, why he would be on her mind. The selection of prey is no small thing. There’s always a meaning behind the choice, whether the hunter admits to it or not.

In the aftermath of thoughts like these, her decision to recenter him is soothing. He hears his name and goes to her quickly, arms snaking around her waist, lips against her neck. Almost as if he has something to prove, if only to himself.

“Of course he likes what he sees,”          he laughs, tasting her skin.

Willow tries not to notice the eyes, the sudden interest, can practically hear the cogs turning as he looks between them. Willow isn't sure about actually following through. She'll likely cut it short, somewhat disappointing everybody -- she just doesn't like the idea of sleeping with someone she's about to kill.

"I mean, yeah, sure. She's a sweetheart," He's looking at her mouth, says the word sweetheart like it's something dirty. She takes an eager sip of violette and averts her gaze. Hopefully it'll be taken as being coy. She isn't entirely sure that it isn't what it is that compels her to look away anyhow. "Pretty - not my usual type, but, you know... Change is good."

Willow blinks at him, then at Zero. "I could start with Zero if you want. See if you like what you see?"

#unpossession

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— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Arthur Davison Ficke featured in Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay.

#☆ AM I FOR REAL ?

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Zero’s focus shifts quickly to Willow, intrigued by this. He searches her face, dark eyes glimmering, the ghost of a smile on his face. He hadn’t known that. If he had, something would’ve been done much sooner.

He thinks briefly of Hawk. It’s hard not to, with his placeholder here. But then, suddenly and with a strange urgency, he elects not to think about him anymore. Some things are better left pondered alone. Besides, none of this is really about that—it’s about getting Willow fed. 

          “You seem down,”          he laughs, looking back at Archie. He’s a little relieved; the contrivance about getting him here was a little risky. Criminals tend to get tense when they realize they’ve been lied to. Luckily, the strange sexual hypnotism that Willow wields over bad people seems to be working its magic. 

Zero's explanation makes her blush, genuinely, which makes her whole bashful thing a little easier to sell when Archie looks at her like 'is he forreal?'. She nods, a little quiet, a little shy -- something she can pass off her anxiety for with ease. She's been doing it her whole life.

"Guilty. Sorry," She laughs a little. He seems to buy it. Tilting his head to one side. Well, damn, he thinks, looks her over, and then thinks of about seven different ways he wants to fuck her. Which is hilarious, because he also knows he's not going to last much longer than twenty minutes, and that's only if she's good as he's imagining. In all this time thinking, he doesn't say much, just takes a deep drink from his glass. "It's so cute that he's protective of me. I've been wanting to fuck somebody in front of him for months."

Trying really hard not to cringe at herself as she says this. It is true, but she knows they aren't going to get that far with this man.

#unpossession

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Duane Michals, from "Narcissus", 1985

#oh ur joking #☆ LEONINE CHAMELEON . #☆ NARCISSUS IS BACK .

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          “Normal, no. But I didn’t realize you were insane. You've always acted like you're so much smarter than me.”

But, he supposes, she’s like him in some ways: Never had a chance. He pets her hair, a little disoriented but certainly not displeased by this sudden change in demeanor. As long as he isn’t being held in contempt anymore, he’s happy. 

SO WHAT? The fighting kind of turned her on a little bit. WHat are you gonna do?

They kiss. An orchestra swells. Or maybe she's just fucking crazy. When they pull apart: "Was I normal from the second that you met me?" she teases, taking on his light tone.

#vitalphenomena

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A bit of anxiety as he realizes this is a conversation in a language he only has a very, very rudimentary grasp on. His hands flex on the wheel as he listens, trying to pick out words he can understand. Hello, obviously, and phone, and he thinks he heard busy in there somewhere… 

Tem stutters out what sounds like a name. Emilia. A secretary, maybe, or another doctor at the office—?

Zero jumps in, trying to sound friendly despite urgency, hoping that he’s understood:          “Hi there! Um, I’m sorry. My name is Zero, I’m with Tem Green, she’s my accountant. I think she’s a patient of Doctor Kishitani’s? She’s been—she’s been drugged, she’s really cold—um. It’s an emergency. Kinkyū. Tasukete kudasai.”

He glances over at Tem, making sure she’s staying conscious.

　　TEM CAN'T TAKE THE TIME TO WONDER WHY Z IS BLASTING COLD AIR ON HER. It is helping, even if she can't tell; she's pulling all the heat out before she can feel it, but it's thawing some of the frost, and slowing more from forming. The upsetting side-effect of this is that she's starting to feel clammy, which is also extremely unpleasant (but a lot less dangerous).

　　She also can't fight him when he takes the phone from her, and if she tries arguing, it gets lost in the chattering of her teeth. The sound of the phone ringing is all the distraction she needs, and her hands come together subconsciously to wring together and try to warm her up in any minute way possible.

　　The voice that picks up isn't familiar.

　　　"Helloooooo~?" The cheery woman on the other side says. "Who's there? Shingen can't come to the phone right now, he's a very busy man!"

　　Of course that ancient bastard doesn't have her number saved.

　　"Is there anyone there? Oh, this isn't one of those prank calls, is it?" Tem can imagine her free hand cupping her cheek like some slighted maiden.

　　"E-e-em-m-m...Em-mi...lia..." Going poorly, as to be expected.

　　"Huh? This is spooky! If you don't have something to say, then I'm going to hang up! I'm a busy woman myself, you know!"

#batoushoujo

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Zero smiles, looking at Juniper.          “There’s nothing I’d love to do more.”

He pays for the scoops, leaves a nice tip for the long-suffering employee. It was nice of her to yes-and him the way she did. Handing Juniper her paper bowl, he guides her outside, palm hovering delicately just above her lower back. He takes a rich bite of gelato.

          “I think the boardwalk is down that way,”          he says, gesturing grandly with his spoon.          “Unless you’d rather walk around here first, do some window shopping. Up to you.” 

JUNIPER IS SO DISTRACTED BY THE SENSORY OVERLOADING EXPERIENCE THAT IS YOUR AVERAGE ICE CREAM PARLOR THAT SHE DOESN'T NOTICE WHAT ANOTHER, SLIGHTLY INSECURE WOMAN MIGHT PERCIEVE AS ZERO FLIRTING WITH THE SHOP GIRL. She's too busy furrowing her brow, pursing her lip, debating between strawberry and something else, something with pretzels in it or whatever.

What's the limit? Zero asks, and Juniper giggles. She looks up at him, then back to the poor hourly employee forced to watch Zero work his charms on one of the most gullible girls on the city.

"Four is crazy! I'll do..a scoop of strawberry and a scoop of chocolate, please. And then we can walk around, Zero?"

#vitalphenomena

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          “Well, we did say it was a private party.”          Zero hands everyone their respective drinks and winks at their guest, ignoring Willow’s mounting anxiety.          “I’ll confess. Willow just wanted an excuse to get you alone. You’re her type. She could just eat you up.”

He makes eye contact with her, beckons her closer. She’s lingering on the edges too much, wallowing in her discomfort. Overthinking it. No more thinking, he tries to tell her. We’re feeling now. We’re letting ourselves want things.

          “Sorry to get you here under false pretenses. I just had to take precautions, you understand. I care about her, and drug dealers can be…”          A little wave of the hand.          “Not to stereotype you. I’m sure you’re a nice guy. But you never know.” 

Despite the fluctuating frantic anxiety within Willow, she is soothed by the menagerie's greeting as well as the promise of crème de violette. These are familiar things, these are things that make her feel like herself. Not picking up some guy, taking him home. Not planning a murder. She kneels down by the dogs, giving each of them some love, smiling at Archie as he also greets them.

"I'll have just a straight vodka, thanks." He says, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. "Y'all mind if I...?"

"Yes, actually, sorry. Heinous migraines...--"

"Oh, for sure, for sure...-- Not really much of a party going on, is there? We just early?"

Archie asks as Zero comes back with their drinks. Willow has closed the door behind Archie, and is looking at Zero with a slight panic in her eyes.

#unpossession