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Anyone; - Shiya - 11-06-2018 Deep down all you want is love The pure kind we all dream of She walks into the valley of death with frigid stoicism. They are crumpling in pain, screaming in agony, and silently dying. Blood is splattered across the leaves, evidence of Beqanna’s suffering. A look of contempt crosses her face, her lip curling in distaste. Sick things they are, but she walks without fear among them, her barrel heavy with child. The safe lands are not a necessity, but a luxury at this time. While she played a small part in this chaos, it at least paid off and she cannot be touched. She is strong. The others are weak. Perhaps this will thin out the population. Survival of the fittest, after all. A clap of her jaws silences her mind from roaming to the flea, her mere existence parasitical. It could have been solely Shiya and Vulgaris; that is what’s meant to be, but it’s slipping through her fingers like every one before him. This is simply her life – past, present, future – and her thoughts often tumble over anger and sorrow. Each of her children have been discarded for their defects and weaknesses and so she is alone in this cruel world. As desperately as she has craved affection, Shiya comes to a pause and attempts to nail in her mind that she can be independent, that maybe she isn’t destined for a life like mother’s. She’s more dangerous than Dillan anyways. Leaning to her left, Shiya scrapes her scales along a tree, removing dry snakeskin in the process. The sound echoes through the forest but she barely heeds her surroundings, her arrogance fooling her into a sense of full security. She cares not, however, no matter how foolish that may be. There are other dangers in the world, but with her thoughts tucked back and reeling she is too distracted to take notice. But we cannot escape the past, so you and I will never last original html by Jassal RE: Anyone; - garbage - 11-10-2018
RE: Anyone; - Shiya - 11-14-2018 Deep down all you want is love The pure kind we all dream of She didn’t expect to see anyone, not here, not now. So many have fled, wanting an escape from the pestilence consuming Beqanna. Their thunderous footsteps echo in her ears as a disinterested glance lifts her eyes to see them fade in the dust. Goodbye, she thinks to them, wondering how long until their bodies fall to the ground and die, succumbing to the sickness that spreads around her like wildfire. The few who remain are brave – or stupid, or immune – but she doesn’t pursue them. Shiya remains steadfast, quietly observing until a voice says her name. It’s gentle, far sweeter than her brother’s jaded criticism that he has since adopted. The familiarity soothes the wounds Vulgaris has since carved into her. In truth, she is awful, but the words never come to fruition as she slowly turns to face him. What remained of her bitterness toward the world melts away when their eyes connect – his orange to her green. ”Garbage,” she savors the tingle across her tongue when she tastes his name, her eyes brightening in surprise – and admittedly, joy – that he even remembers her. Such a shy and meek girl she had been when they coupled. Times have changed, but even then, her walls crumble in front of him. ”I’m well,” a hollow lie that cuts deeply into her as she looks down, suddenly ashamed of her showing pregnancy now that he is here. Why? Their meeting had been so brief – they weren’t lovers, not in a fairytale way – and yet shame poisons her underneath his Halloween eyes. ”I’m alive,” she half-heartedly adds, knowing well that she is merely surviving and not truly living. Happiness and fulfillment are prerequisites, and she has not experienced either. Her children are all defective, her heart has been ripped from her chest and shredded, and she serves no purpose. She is just here, existing. With a slow, contemplative blink, Shiya lifts her eyes to him again as a feeble grin climbs across her scaled lips. ”And you? Are you not worried of infection?” But we cannot escape the past, so you and I will never last original html by Jassal @[garbage] RE: Anyone; - garbage - 11-17-2018
RE: Anyone; - Shiya - 11-20-2018 Deep down all you want is love The pure kind we all dream of I’m glad, he says, and Shiya wants to both curl into herself and also press into him. The conflict arises in her soul, coiling with the contractions branching through her body. Was it the guilt or the lust that tickled her first, she wonders, as her eyes trace across the youthful edges of his face. ”I’m not sure anymore,” the confession slips unbidden, and her eyes widen with the realization before falling to her feet. Silence blankets across her. One heartbeat, then another. Emotions choke her, but she desperately swallows them down to save herself from drowning underneath the weight. Her words hang limp in the space between them, sodden with a painful truth that corrupts her thoughts. ”Death,” she echoes upon hearing it spoken in his voice, as lighthearted as it is. A fleeting smile quivers across her lips as she favors the humor that she has never before seen him exploit. ”That’s what happened to you?” At this, her emerald eyes slide across him, scrutinizing the changes he has underwent. The spider web of scars have faded with the dimness of his gaze. Where there had once been defeat now lives hope. Shiya levels on him, nodding. ”You look good. Maybe dying isn’t so bad then,” she becomes distant, contemplative, ”or something to be afraid of.” The threat of it looms over her, drumming to the beat of Vulgaris’ pulse. He would be the one to kill her. It won’t be this plague. A dreamy hum sounds even more beautiful when contrasted against the self-loathing and venom of its musician. She looks up at the gray sky, weighing her options before coolly – almost eerily so – admitting, ”I’m immune.” Perhaps she was a fool, or perhaps a genius, to have helped Carnage raise Pangea from the depths. Without elaborating, Shiya brushes her muzzle to her leg, ignoring the pains sprouting from her abdomen. But we cannot escape the past, so you and I will never last original html by Jassal @[garbage] RE: Anyone; - garbage - 11-24-2018
@[Shiya] RE: Anyone; - Shiya - 11-27-2018 Deep down all you want is love The pure kind we all dream of ”I’ve thought about it,” she quietly admits, her voice barely more than a whisper. She doesn’t know whether she should be ashamed because she is pregnant, because it isn’t only her life that would be lost. There’s another beautiful monster inside her, stirring, wanting its grand escape. Yet she holds onto it, trying desperately to prolong the delivery as she debates whether death would be easier for them both. It could be an escape for them both. They could be together forever. They wouldn’t have to face Vulgaris and his disappointment. Funny how arrogance washed across her at first and led her to believe that she would be fine. She arrived here confident, sure of herself although angry. But Garbage’s return and soft voice has lifted the blindfold from her eyes, exposing her true weakness. A breath sighs from her lungs. ”You’re alive for a reason,” a jagged smile quivers across her lips, her eyes slowly blinking as she maps out his face again, remembering every line and the curve of his jaw. Perhaps he is supposed to pull her out of this rut. Ha. Of course, she would fantasize of such selfish things. Such a self-centered, stupid girl. When he steps closer, she does as well. While he searches for reasons to her immunity, she searches for reassurance. Her lips reach forward and gingerly brush against his cheek, wanting to feel something – anything. A dying chuckle barely reaches fruition. It almost falls back down her throat unheard. ”No,” she murmurs, ”I’ve never been lucky.” Having been born into a loving family was likely the first and last time she experienced luck. She’s amazed that her heart is still capable of beating after having been broken so many times. But we cannot escape the past, so you and I will never last original html by Jassal @[garbage] RE: Anyone; - garbage - 12-02-2018
RE: Anyone; - Shiya - 12-03-2018 Deep down all you want is love The pure kind we all dream of ”Maybe it’s to keep me sane,” she murmurs as her viridian eyes lift to his orange, searching his unmarked face and the gentleness that it expresses, ”Maybe it’s to talk me off the ledge.” The aftermath of Vulgaris’ threat has been nothing more than dismal. Every thought that trickled into her mind involved her own demise, and even the child’s growing in her womb. It seemed so feasible, so great of an idea, that her wanderings frequently placed her at the beach where corpses littered the sand. She watched in silence as the waves lapped soothingly at the sand, a metronome whispered to her and luring her closer. And every time, she turned away, unable to follow through. A sigh of air escapes her – a breath she didn’t know was being held – when Garbage touches her, too. It’s strange now to feel only hair under her lips, no scales. There are no fangs tracing down her neck such as when Vulgaris embraced her. Garbage is tender, comforting. Admittedly, he retracts far too soon, too quickly. She wants more. She wants to press into him, to know what it is to melt into someone so gentle. Even as he peels his mouth from her neck, Shiya remains rooted. Her softened gaze rarely strays from him as she reminisces of their rendezvous together, and how fleeting it had been. She was desperate then, but not much has changed. Without confessing it to others, her heart aches for love and companionship but her mind has resigned from the futile efforts. A hum vibrates her core as she blinks and tries to sweetly smile. I don’t, she wants to challenge and say, but instead she whispers, ”Thank you.” It would be bothersome if she disagreed with his apology, as if he has a role in her life’s turmoil. (They have a child, but it’s her fault it’s defective. It’s always her fault.) Cretin, she remembers. Their son is Cretin. Garbage doesn’t ask – she doesn’t expect him to – and she is pleased to push her mistakes aside and avoid announcing how terrible of a mother she is. None of her children love her. How could they? Heartlessly, Shiya discarded each of them because nothing was able to fill the void in her pitted heart and soul. They were bothersome attempts of happiness; they were her failures. Unable to resist (so desperate, so inclined to feel something), Shiya edges again closer to him, but she gives pause, briefly. ”Hold me?” Her voice is soft, meek even, just as it had always been. Such a fool she was to think herself strong and independent. Breathing him in and waiting for him to decide, she refrains for only a few moments longer before asking, ”Have you ever been happy, Garbage?” But we cannot escape the past, so you and I will never last original html by Jassal @[garbage] RE: Anyone; - sleaze - 12-09-2018
Shit just pretend I posted this from garbages account i noticed this too late |