#⤷ ❛ EMBALMING FLUID / ( 001. )

[herapocalyps]

 *    @lepracant     [SCOLDED] ---   𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

                                                                                    there’s    a    ringing    in    her    ears    that    comes    with    his    words     ,    heard    this    particular    sermon    about    a    million   times    now     .        --------             That   tubs    near   NINETY-DEGREES    ,     ya    tryin’    to   turn    yourself    to   fuckin’    soup     ?     CHRIST     ,    as    if    the    stench   of    ted   bundy’s     basement    couldn’t    get    any   worse       ,       woman      !                 y’know    i’m   the   one   stuck   next    to   ya   in  the   car   right    ?    Ever   consider   for   a   MOMENT  that   one    of   us   still    has     their     sense       of      smell      .  .  .      --------

                                                           Gaze    is    listless    as    she    listens   ,    taking     drags    from    her    cig     and    blowing    them    out    the   motel    window    before    rapping   on   the   filter    ,    watching    the     ash    trickle    down    to   the   tray    below    .    somewhere    in     her     lungs      a      fly    chokes  on   the   smoke    ,    somewhere   in   her    gut    a     maggot    stirs     .    THE   WATER   WON’T   CLEAN   YOU   NOW   .   used   to   swallow    raid    and    wait    for    the   abyss   ,   now   she    takes   them   both    with   her     morning    coffee    ,   her    daily    meds    .     from   pretty    to   putrefying      Was it cold      ?     Dry       ?       Did    it    taste    like    cigarettes     and     vomit      ?     she   just   fucking    wants   to   feel   warm   again   .     there’s    no   comfort   to   be   had   in   all    this    cold    ,     a    never    ending   blizzard   her   in   bones   . 

                                                                                    ❛           one     bath    won’t    spoil    the    goods      .       ❜                            whisper    cuts    like    winter     .                         &    WHAT   DO   YOU    CARE   ?           the   softer  the   skin   the    easier   the   blade   will   sink   when   you   come   back   for   your   gold    ,              your   luck    ,                  the     life   you    think   lies    there     .                   ❛           just     wanted    to    warm    up    ,    s’all       .       ❜                                         voice    softer    now    ,     sadder     ,     breeze    on     a    summer    night    .              she     still    won’t   look   at    him                   (       looking   at   him    feels    like    icarus’s    fall    ,    like    too    close    too    the    sun    ;     the      honey    dew    that      once      held      him   now    drips    from       festering       feathers      )     you    too    are     decomposing      ,      just    differently     .                                      ❛           got     some    whiskey       ?       or    is    that    bad   for    me    too    ,    since    you   seem   to   know   so   many    fun-facts     about    the    process    of    decay     .         ❜ 

[m0nstrousneeds-a]

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒   /   𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:   001.  yearning.  / 002.  ache.  / 003.  love.  /  004.  desire.  / 005.  romance.

𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒: 001.  crimson.  /  002.  black. /  003.  gold.  / 004.  grey.  / 005.  ruby.

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: 001.  roses & vanilla.  /  002.  the smell of old books.  /  003.  midnight pomegranate by b&bw.  / 004.  oil paints.   / 005.  cinnamon gum.  / 006. cigarette smoke.  / 007. the musk of incense. 

𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍: 001.  form fitting long sleeved shirts with cutouts & lace ups. /  002.   high-waisted skinny jeans.  / 003. belts & chains. /  004.  docs & combat boots.  /  005.  crop tops.  /  006. fishnets & stockings.  /  007. chokers & rings on every finger. / 008.  short black dresses.

𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒: 001. red rosary.   / 002.  worn notepad full of notes.  / 003.  a bookshelf full of books and oddities. /  004. an easel and potted oil paints.   / 005. horror movie collection. 

𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄: 001.  the blushing of cheeks. /  002.  a lifted hand to cover your mouth as you laugh.  / 003.  fleeting glances. /  004.   the biting & worrying of your lower lip. /  005.  shifting weight between feet when you’re nervous.  / 006. fiddling with a necklace or ring. 

𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: 001. a sorrowful catholic baroque painting.   / 002.  a ripe pomegranate, cracked open and spilling ruby.  / 003.  two soiled hands offering a bloodied heart in their palms. /  004. an abandoned cathedral.   / 005. an empty bookstore on a cold, rainy day.  /  006. a thin red string connecting people, places and ideas.  /  007. the white glow of a television playing repeats of ‘the munsters’ late at night.   / 008. a journal full of poetry you’ll never read aloud. /  009. a box of dried flowers and photos from your past.  / 010. the colored bottles of embalming fluids splayed in a rainbow along a shelf.

tagged by : @thiiirdborn​ <3 tagging: YOU!

[jatamansi-arc]

LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS.

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away !

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

001. Melancholy/Depression 002. Righteous Indignation 003. Courage/Humility/Admiration 004. Curiosity/Euphoria 005. Restlessness/Anxiety/Dread

GREETINGS:

001. “Shalom,” which would be her standard issue casual greeting when outside of work. 002. “Mazel tov!” Another Jewish greeting/exclamation that should be/likely is explanatory.  003. AWKWARD SILENCE. Because my muse sucks at communication and will totally stand there like an idiot and be like “uhhhhhhhhhh” like Tina Belcher and I have no idea how to fix this clearly lacking character trait for her. 004. “Guay cuando el amares favla leshon hakodesh!” Ladino: “Be wary of idiots who quote scripture.” SALOME TELL US HOW YOU REALLY FEEL GIRL. 005. this, if we’re entirely honest here:

COLORS:

001. I associate Salome strongly to the monochromatic shades; we’re talking about all the way from the deepest blacks to the starkest whites. One of the mythologies I honestly love to play on is that of the La Llorona -- the Weeping Woman -- who is a White Lady archetype (hilariously, Sarah Shahi played a La Llorona in the Supernatural pilot!) These are seen the world over and are common in North American folklore in particular (New York has several.) The murky waters of the Upstate’s Finger Lakes staining crisp white linens is my aesthetic for Salome and you can PRY IT FROM MY COLD, WATERY AND DEAD HANDS. 002. That said, very dark earth and jewel tones. Murky blues and greens in particular. 003. Plums. Not violet, that’s too blue. Not magenta, too red. It’s that weird shade as a between. It has to be plum. 004. Carmine red. A lot of her house is painted carmine red and it’s the art on the walls that makes everything pop with color. It’s also called Crimson Lake technically but w/e that’s a fancy artist term and I’m not a fancy artist (wtf me yes i am?)  005. Paris Green. You know, that shade of green that killed people because it was made with arsenic and they used to put it in food and wallpaper and in clothes and that went well for everyone involved (I sincerely hope you realize this is hyperbole.) This gets listed on here not because I am a morbid tart, nor because my muse is a mortician, but because Salome’s profound interest in morbid anatomy and antique medical equipment/oddities. She has a book that has arsenic wallpaper in it, which I think gives a hint of her totally cavalier attitude towards her own health.

SCENTS:

001. Oud. 002. Neroli. 003. Sandalwood. 004. Coffee or mint tea, depending on the day and what’s going on in the house. 005. Death/embalming fluid (ahaha well, can’t escape some things, can we?)

CLOTHING:

001. Like I said before, I imagine Salome wearing mostly monochromatics. When she’s minding her own business, she tends to wear a lot of black or white dresses. That wasn’t how it was when I first wrote her five fucking years ago but here we are now.  002. At work -- when she’s not working the crematory or morgue -- she wears a dress suit that’s black white a white button up. Exclusively. We have not deviated from this pattern in five years, so I suspect we won’t be any time in the future, either. 003. When working the crematory, she’s supposed to wear a bunch of hazmat equipment. She is my naughty daughter and only does this when she’s doing morgue work. If she’s simply embalming, she dresses to protect against splashes. Cremation usually has her wearing some shite outfit she doesn’t care about like a band tshirt w/ another shirt under it and jeans. IT’S ONE OF THE FEW TIMES YOU CAN SEE HER SCARS AND MUSCLES AT THE SAME TIME. 004. Salome always wears an obscene amount of jewelry. Bangles, necklaces, earrings, etc. Always. You can always hear her coming, because all of this tends to clatter around and cause a ruckus to some degree.  005. Formal occasions usually lead to her wearing a takchita. You can find examples of them and other shit in this lovely tag here.

OBJECTS:

001. Books. No, really. It’s a problem. I worry about if she has to move. 002. Her collections of things: like wall art, medical/anatomical imagery, terrariums, other interesting things, y’know. Stuff.  003. It’s not an object so much as a pet, but Luisa. Friendly giant lizard buddy that wanders the house causing problems. 004. Henna. Salome has a penchant for henna. She usually has some on or does henna treatments on her hair pretty regularly.   005. when ur muse collects everything but struggle to put five things in an object list, fuck

VICES / BAD HABITS:

001. Comes off as rude as fuck because she either fails to respond to people right or is your typical New Yorker and responds to people too much and there is no in between.  002. Prone to depersonalization that is incredibly problematic. 003. Has a lowkey eating disorder because she never eats. Also can’t cook worth shit, speaking of, but then complains about everyone’s food because she is around a bunch of whiteys with knowledge of cabbage soup and little else. This is what I mean look at this rude little brat. 004. Is generally the smartest person in the room in a lot of instances and will know it, and it will make you want to run her over with a car. She is pretty good about deferring to people way more powerful than her, though (to a point; once she’s friendly with you it’s fair game that she picks on your muse again.) 005. Was the Hamilton listener that Spotify campaign was calling out:

BODY LANGUAGE:

001. Fidgety as fuck. She tends to play with her hands during conversations. Including stuffing them in and out of her pockets. 002. If she’s sitting, she’ll also kick her legs. 003. Very, very animated speaker when she gets passionate about this. Grand gestures that match her speech patterns and vivid metaphors, etc. 004. Has a tendency to slip from one language to another to another without even thinking and then five minutes later it suddenly dawns on her that she’s lost whoever she was talking to because they don’t understand Yiddish or French or Ladino or Polish or any of the other numerous languages she speaks to various levels of fluency. 005. If she’s upset, she is pretty much either mute or hysterical. There is no between there. It’s not uncommon for her to become angry when upset and break things accidentally, but she won’t take it out on people ever. She’ll just bang shit on a counter until it slowly breaks down into nothing. Because we are totally a grown up who handles our emotions correctly.

AESTHETICS:

001. DEATH 002. DEATH IN FORESTS 003. WOMEN IN WHITE 004. WATERRRRRR N BONES 005. seriously she has a pinterest it’s probably easier 

SONGS:

001. Not a Pretty Girl, Ani Difranco 002. Our Lady of the Underground, Anais Mitchell 003. Help I’m Alive by Metric 004. Marry the Night by Lady Gaga 005. I’m Afraid of Americans by David Bowie

tagged by: @illusivexemissary tagging: @fire-in-stars, @recruitedbyhydra, @metallsinne, @groovyxgenes, @dragonbitvh, @demonbitch

[herapocalyps]

                     @gloryshound​ ( Your Only Friend ) finds you in a bar. Neither of you   really belong here, no one belongs here. She sits next to you, won’t   look you in the eyes. She is not sober when she turns to you and says,   eyes all a blur ;            “ I can never define all that you were to me ”

                                                    how     one     word     changes     everything     .       we     were    best    friends    .      she    was    my    sister     .      she     was     such    a    fucking    whore       .            two    fingers    are    waved    in   the    bar    tenders     line    of    sight    before    pointing     to    a    bottle    of    whiskey      .      two     shots     are     placed     before     the    pair     and     she    is    swift    to    down    her     portion     ,      winces   when   the    worms    wriggle   in    turn    .      burn    baby    burn    .   

                                    they    sit    in    silence    for    a    moment     before    she    finds    her     voice     .     IF  A  CORPSE  COULD  CRY   ;   SHE   WOULD  BE  DOING  JUST  THAT .      turns   and   takes    in    the   sight    of    the    girl    she    used   to   call    home    .                      ❛              I    still    love     you    more    than     anyone    .            ❜                          voice  is   barely   above    a    whisper     (     scratching    at    the   coffin    ,    six    feet    under      )       .        memory     swims    forth    in    foggy     mind     and     she    chuckles     to     herself       ,     taps    on    the    bar    for    another    round              ----        

                           ❛                   remember      sophmore    year    ?     we    both   decided    to    try     out     for     the   school      musical     as    a    joke    .      I     ended    up    getting    the    lead    and   you    got    cast    as    an    extra    .      and   you   hated    it    so   much    because    your    dancing    partner    was    George   Harris    .     he    still    had    braces    ,    never    got    all     food     out    of    them     ,     made    his    breath   stink      ❜ 

                           shakes    her    head    ,     downs    another    drink    ;                             THE   APHIDS    ARE   IN    AGONY   &   SO    IS   SHE    .      

                              ❛       anyways     you     stopped     talking    to     me    for    weeks      ;      wouldn’t     tell    me    what     was     wrong     ,      but   when    you   finally    did    I    quit   the   whole    thing    .    Mrs.  Travis   was   pissed    because   she   had   to   have   Shelby  Heckler   take   over   as   the   lead    .     she   failed    me   in    choir    that    year   .   You    felt   so   bad  --    said   you   weren’t   worth   an    F  --  and    I    said    ‘   For   you    ,   I’d   fail    a   hundred    times   over   ’     ❜ 

                           she    is   so   tired   . 

                           ❛        I    wanna    quit   ,    Auds’    .    I   want   to   give   up   and   fail   and   get   the   fuck   out    of    the    shit   i’m    in    .      I    either   wanna    go    back    or    stop    moving    forwards    ,     I     want    to    be    real    to    you    again    .     ❜

[herapocalyps]

@drwhales​ sent ; [ 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 ] 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 . 

                                             ‘           so   now    frankensteins   monster    has    a    say   in      shit    around     here    ?            ’                                It’s    a    town    meeting    ,     one    of   many    in    the   post-curse    chaos    that    had    ensued    .      truly    each   one    felt   like   a    day    at   disneyland   .    sticky   cotton    candy    stomach   on    some   goddamn   rollercoaster   .  

                              𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓    𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓   𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖   𝐎𝐅                            𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑    𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑    ,    𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒   𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐄𝐍𝐃   ?

                            She   had   come   purely   for   the   entertainment     ---      seen   chaos    worse   than    this     ,     then   deigned    to   make    a    comment    ;    she    the    outsider   ,    the    one     free    to    come    and    go     ,     SHE    SAW    THEIR   SOFT   WHISPERS   when   she   was    feeling    brave   enough    to    leave    the    safety   of    Vic’s    home    (   he    her   doctor   ,  he   who    dared    get    close    enough   to    the   monster    to      taste    the    void   that    dripped    from    her   fingers    ,      he    her   last   hope   )     .        What’s     left     in    the    sinews    of    her    muscles     tense     up      as     she    prepares    to    speak    up    ,   to   show    him   a     piece    of    her   mind   ;  

                                                I’VE   KILLED   GODS   ,    LAID   KINGS   TO    REST    !        I    saw    the   void    and   swallowed    it         .    You    feel    bad    about    being    fairytales     ?    for    fucking   with   each-other   ?    try     fucking    with      TITANS     ,     join   the   big   leagues   baby    ,    no    crying    in   baseball    .     

                                                           warm     digits     find    their    way    to    the     hallowed    space     between     bony    shoulders     ,    soft    in     their    graze    ,     A    SOUTHERN    BREEZE   ,    THE   LICK   OF   A   LIGHTERS   FLAME    .    the     motion   stuns    her    ,   and    he   stands   up    before    she   can    send    the   memo   to   her   limbs      . 

                  ‘         Maybe    if    any   of    you   listened    rather    than    shout    above   one   another   ,    something    would   actually    get    achieved    in    these    meetings    .     but    it   would   seem    we    would    rather     linger    on    our   past     lives    than    our    current   situation     .           ’      

                                hand     is   offered    to    her    (   𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆    ,    𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑     ,     𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋    )           and    she   takes   it    with   a    small   grin   before    standing    up   in   turn     ,     letting    him    walk    her    out     .       

                                                        ❛             It    was    getting    pretty   fucking    boring    here    anyways    .       ❜        darts     a   wink    in   his   direction     .     KEEP    THIS   HALL   FROM    BECOMING   A   BLOODBATH   .      

[herapocalyps]

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                    She’s   not   used   to   being   on   this   side   of   the   table   ,   and   finds   herself  gnawing  her  cheek  as  she  looks  at   the   cards  before  her   .   The   scent   of   faith   in   the   air   makes   her   UNCOMFORTABLE  ,   prickles   the   dead   tissue   she   calls   skin   .    She   tucks   her   hair   behind   her   ear   as   she   speaks   ,   a   nervous   tick  . 

                     ❛    listen  ,   it’s   not   that   I   don’t   want   to   believe   -   I   just   want   to   be   the   one   who   chooses   my   fate   more   .    Not   a   bunch   of   cards   .   ❜   

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                                                 she’s   tired   of   this   .   tired   of   the   gods   &   monsters   ,    tired   of   watching   them  pull   her   PUPPY   deeper   into   their   abyss   .   She   just   wants    to    be    alive   &   home   &   in   her   husband’s   arms   .   Wants   to   go   back   to   being   ignorant   of   all   this   shit   .   So   when   asked   what   team   she’s   playing   she   scoffs   ;   rolls   her   eyes   and   spits   out   her   retort   . 

                                 ❛    I’m   not   on   a n y o n e ‘ s   side   but   SHADOW’S   ,   and   i’m   gettin’   real   fed   up   with   this   whole   tug-of-war   over   him   .   He’s   a   god-damn    HUMAN   BEING   ,   not   a  play   thing   for   you   or   Wednesday   .  ❜

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[herapocalyps-a]

                                    it’s    a    stare   off   .   She   doesn’t   quite   know   what   to   make   of   the   woman   in   front   of   her   .   Lips   are   twisted   up   into   a   grimace   and  her   arms   remain   crossed   protectively   in   front   of   her   chest   .   Finally   ,   after   several   moments   of   TENSE   silence  ,   she   speaks   .  

                            ❛    so   basically   it’s   your   fault   that   the   shit   show   they   call  VALENTINE’S   DAY  exists  .   ❜

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[herapocalyps-a]

“For fuck’s sake!” // sup motherfucker xoxo

                               ❛      you   know  with  how   much   you   use   that   phrase   i’m   surprised   FUCK   hasn’t   become   a    god    all    on   it’s   own   .     ❜

                                           she   squats   over   him   ,   lips   pursed   ,   cloudy   eyes   brimming   with   unadulterated   ANGER   .   Previously   ,   it   had   been   directed   at    Wednesday   .   But   the   old   fuck   was   g o n e   now   and   had   taken   Shadow   with   him   ,   leaving   her   with   no   outlet   but   the   fallen    KING   .    

                                         So   when   he   made   one   of   his    snarky   comments   she   had   lashed   out   -   punched   him   right   in   the   gut   and   sent   him   flying   into    a    brick   wall   .    She   felt   a   small   amount   of   g u i l t   as   she   loomed   over   his   broken   body   -   after   all   he   was   a   victim   of   this   shit   storm   too   .   but   god   DAMN   he   had    it   coming   .   

                                          with   a    sigh   she   offers    him    her   hand   .   If   she   could   manifest   TEARS   from   this   decaying   body   one   might   have   silently   fallen   to   the   pavement   below   .    She   felt   cold   &    empty   &   hopeless   .    They   had   been   so   close   ,   and   in   a   moment   the   rug   had   been   ripped   from   under   her   once   more   .   

                            ❛      I’m   done    now   .   Promise   .     ❜

[herapocalyps-a]

                              ❛    and   what   are   you   supposed   to   be   ,   exactly   ?    Ed   Hardy   ?   God   of   douche-bags  ?    ❜

                                          arms   are   crossed   as   she   looks   him   up   and   down   with   a   sneer   .   He   looked   like   every   suburban   MARSHAL   MATHER’S   wanna   be   she   had   ever   wanted   to   punch   in   the   crotch   .   How   in   the   living   fuck   was   this   kid   a    G  O  D   ? 

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[herapocalyps-a]

                                                                     soft   footsteps   approach    from    behind   as    she    chucks    rocks   into   the   i n f e r n o    of    an   ice cream   truck   before   her   ,    watching    them   as   they   sizzle   and   POP   from   flames    .    cigarette   dangles   from   her   mouth   as   she   speaks   to   the   one   who   approaches   (   she   would   recognize   salim’s   warmth   from   miles   away   ,   didn’t   need   an   AURORA BOREALIS  for   that   .   ) 

                                  ❛         listen   it   was   already    broken   down   ,   i’m   just   getting   rid   of   the   evidence   .    fingerprints   are   all   over   the   damn   thing . . .          ❜

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                                                                    arms   are   crossed   as   she   stares   at   the   mess   of   red  ,  white   &   blue   that   lay   before   the   leprechauns’   KING'S   feet   .   With  a   sigh  she   makes   her   way  over   to   him   -   lips   turned  down  into   a   disgusted  frown  .

                                  ❛     told  ya’   you   were   gonna   make   yourself  puke  .  gotta   say   that   is   the   most   patriotic   VOM   i’ve   seen   since   I   was   forced   to   go   to   Audrey’s   nephew’s   birthday  party  .    ❜

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[herapocalyps-a]

"did it hurt, when you died? or do you remember it at all?" it's late, the road is quiet, and salim's not sure how he's not asleep yet. this is probably a touchy subject, but at this point he can't help his own curiosity.

                          ❛        i  . . .   yeah  ,   i   remember   a   little   bit   .      ❜

                                       her   words   come   out   soft   ,   just   barely   audible   above   some   Iranian   alt   song   lulling   through   the   speakers   .   There’s   a   moment   of   silence   before   she   speaks   again   ,   and   the   c r a c k l e   of   burning   tobacco   between   her   lips   . 

                           ❛                   i   remember   going   through   the   window   and   feeling   the   glass   cut   into   my   skin   ,   it   was  . . .   kind   of   like   a   BURNING   ?   like    i   was   on   fire  but  . . .  all  over   .   When   i    rolled   out   onto   the   pavement   i   heard   a   snapping   and   there   was   this  . . .   searing   pain   that   shot   up   my   arm   and   down   my   back   .   IT   WASN’T   A   QUICK   DEATH         ❜

                                        the   taste   of    salt  &  copper   still   sticks   to   the   sides   of   her   mouth   ,   mingles   with   the   rot   ,   she   remembers   feeling   as   if    someone    had   reached   up   under   her  rib  cage   and   just   started   P L O W I N G  through  the   bones   .   She   remembers   how   they   stuck   out   of   her   skin  -   made   her  look  like  a   living   coat   rack   .    she   remembers   her   legs   and   arms   splayed   out   in   W R O N G  angles   .  

                                     another   drag   from   her   cigarette   and   she   swallows   hard   before   exhaling   ,   her  body  suddenly   feeling   heavier   . 

                           ❛   trust   me   ,   salim-not-salim   ,   you   don’t   want   the   details   .   Death  . . .  my  death  . . .   it   wasn’t   p e a c e f u l   ,   it   wasn’t    just   a   sudden   darkness   -   it   wasn’t   PRETTY   .   ❜

                                   hands   go   to   turn   the   volume   up   as   she   tosses   the   butt   of   her   cigarette   out   the   window   ,   immediately   lighting   up   another   .   Sweeny’s   SNORING   in   the   background   breaks   the   silence   ,   brings   a   bit   of  a   smile   to   pale   lips   .   It’s   with   a   practiced   ease   that   she   steers   the   conversation   away   from   her  . 

                           ❛         What’s   it   like   ,   being   a   b e l i e v e r   ?         ❜

[herapocalyps-a]

*angry kiss bcuz lbh that is all they know how to do*

                         ❛     if   you   would   just   shut   the   FUCK   up   for   two   seconds   then  MAYBE   we   could   --   !    ❜

                                     the   pressure   on   her   lips    is   sudden   ,   fierce   ,   &   unexpected   .   Alarm   bells   fire    off   in   her   head   -   triggered   by   previous   experiences   and   she   pulls   back   ,   a   storm   of   a n g e r   brewing   behind   her   cloudy   orbs   .   

                                      She   wants   to   slap   him   ,    wants    to   punch   him   right   in   the   gut   so   maybe   he   can   understand   what   the   guilt   of   being   a   J E Z E B E L    feels   like   .   But   warmth   still   lingers   where   his   mouth   was   pressed   to   hers   ,   and   with   its   presence   she   feels    the   fury   melting   away   into   something   different   ;   something   more   subtle   -   something   that   makes   her   insides   stir   in   a   way   she   hasn’t   felt   since   SHADOW   had   held    her   again   .   

                                  But   he   was   g o n e   now   .    Shadow   was   gone  .   Off   with   Wednesday   into   battle   .   He   had  promised   her   that   when   this   was   all   over   they   would   figure   things   out   -    they   would   make   it   work  .   If   she   could   get   a   second   chance   at   life   ,    they    could   take   another   shot   at   love   too   ,   right   ?  

                                 Laura   ,   however   ,   had   a   sinking   feeling   that   when   this   ended   ,   if   this   ended   ,   it   would   end   Shadow   as   well  ,   leaving   her   without   her   L I G H T   .   Her   drive   in   this   new   not-life   .   

                                            it  never  hurt   to   have   a   plan   b   .   

                                 with  a  G R O W L   she  reaches   up   and   grabs   the   hair   at   his   neck  ,  pulling   him  down  towards   her   and   soaking   in   the   heat  of   him  once   more   .   She  can  feel  the  blood   pumping  under  his   tongue  ,   feel  the  erratic   pulse   of   his   heart   and   she   craves   more  ;   wraps   her   arms   around   his   neck   and   softly   bites   his   lower   lip   .   She   tastes   the   copper   of   his   blood   and   GODS  BE  DAMNED   its   enough   to  turn   her   into   a   believer   .   It’s   enough   to   make   her   pray   --  

                            (      --  or   at   least   go   a   couple   hours   without   kicking   his   ass    )

[herapocalyps-a]

                                              it   had   happened   in    an   instant   .    they   had   taken   SWEENY   and   left   her   to   rot   .   No   car   ,   no  phone  ,   and   no   irish  GPS   to   navigate   the   way   .   So   here   she   sits   -   at   a   booth   in   a   gas-station  ,   scoping   out   possible   transportation   candidates   from   behind   heavily   tinted   sunglasses   .    She’s   about   to   give   up   -   to   leave   the  run  down  mini-mart   and   start   hitch-hiking   towards   Shadow’s   light   when  she   spots   a   rag-tag   trio   stumble   forth   from   a   dusty   chevy   .   While   the   other   two   make   their   way   into   the   store   -   one   stays   behind  ,  leaning   against   the   car   door   and   lighting   up   a   bogey   .  

                                                             P E R F E C T  .  

                                              Quickly   and   silently   she   exits   the   store  ,  meanders   over   to   him   with   a   sweet   smile   .   She   may   be   ROTTING   but   she   still  knows  how   to  play   the   game   .   Hell   it   was   just   a   part   of   how   she   was   raised  .   When   she   was   younger   she   practically   fed   both   her   momma   &   herself   on   dinners   scammed   from   men   who   fell   for   the   curl   of   soft   lips   .   

                                          She’s   about  to   ask   him   for   a   cig   when   she   spots   his   collar    ;    there’s   a   moments   pause   as   she   tries   not   to   laugh   at   the   irony   of   it   all   .   If   he   had   seen   what   she’d   seen  .   .   .   but   none   of   that   mattered   now   . 

                            ❛    I  .  .  .  hate  to   be   a   bother   ,   FATHER  .   But  do   you   think  you  could   spare   a   smoke   ?   ❜

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