#( king of berlin ) arc01.

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@egansecho​ planned a thing.

      oh bitter recognition  ,  what one wolf can see reflected in another  (  even when the other cannot see it in herself  )  is cruel  &&  demands attention.   spine straightens , guard lifts   ------------   every doe eye a bear trap she has set for soft flesh.       ❛  I didn’t think you’d be back in london.  ❜ 

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☼     ✲      ||   :       @finesuicide      ||      liked.

     ❛    hey , we’re CLOSED.    ❜     eyes lift to the bell , rung by late entrant.   a client , perhaps , but no matter.   unfinished is his project   -------   a temperamental safe unwilling to crack at his fingertips , left behind by some impatient client    ----------    he lifts himself up   ( stand tall ! )   to greet.   ❛   come back in the morning , we open at nine a.m.    ❜

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☼     ✲      ||   :        @cruciabilis      ||      liked.

     ❛   what  ??    ❜    one ear-tip lifts from concentration , a stethoscope paused above the heart of a safe.    this is practice perfected , how easily a lock may yield to gentle fingers , the patience saved only for entrance to the forbidden.    ❛   if you don’t shut up ,  I can’t get into this thing.   ❜

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☼     ✲      ||   :       @vesvolk​          ||      liked.

     ❛   do you mind  ?  ❜    gentle nod to a punching bag , obliterated by cousin’s closed fist.   a steady pulse of beats are a  distracting echo through his mind.   a slight gesture to the television ,  unheard over the sound of the other’s extended exercise.   impatience claws itself into tilted expression  ,  though not a sharp anger , only annoyance.  he lifts a beer to the screen , slouches back into the couch.     ❛   this is the good part. ❜

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“Now close your eyes, and don’t be afraid.”

    without thought ,  he reaches for her  , brushes fingertips across her knuckles.  heart strings pull ( only the cage of a restless beast )  at the distance between them , no matter how close she might feel in his grey-stained apartment.   mumbai’s heat radiates , permeates ,  &&    berlin’s soft rainfall falls away.    ❛    let’s get out of here , go away.    ❜ 

meme // KAMELOT SENTENCE STARTERS.   ( accepting )

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☼     ✲      ||   :       @leksakom       ||      liked.

       ❛    have you never seen this show before ?    ❜    over the low rumble-buzz of a bar ,  a nod to the other’s  (  apparent  ) fixation on the lifted television   -----------   a killer’s guilty pleasure ,  singing competitions !  how lovely are the rise  &&   falls of an alto’s soft vibrato , the eager anticipation of a win or failure.          ❛    damn bartender never turns it up.    ❜

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☼     ✲      ||   :       @aftcrshocks         ||      liked.

      through the shadows the golden king emerges ,   two crystal palms extended in innocence.    what tremors rattle beneath them send vibrations up his spine  ,  is that the ceiling shattered ?       ❛   hey , hey.    ---------    I’m unarmed.  don’t bring down the building.   ❜

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☼     ✲      ||   :       @nwrlds​          ||      liked.

     conflict divides , as mighty and unstoppable as tectonic plates.   on the horizon , joong-ki lurks as an unflinching threat  &&  the eldest bak’s freedom has proved no safer than a cell.    (  WHAT’S THAT ABOUT A BEAST FREED ?   the bars may follow it for life. )   allowing visit ,  golden crowned king strides through the street-lamp spotted city.  hands bury for warmth in the pockets of his coat ,  but is the chill coming from him or her ?      

        ❛    your brother    -----------    he’s earned what’s coming.     ❜

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       a plum under the eye ,   wolfgang can feel the bruise formed and throbbing on the other’s chiselled structure.   in the dark sunset of mexico city ,   he is transported to a night of healing ,  warm company of lover and friend.   he settles into their couch by the blue-glow of the television ,   uncomfortable in the face of intimacy ,   but not yet ready to leave.    ❛   how’s the eye ?    ❜

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☼     ✲      ||   :       @louverned          ||      liked.

     dawn’s cool breath rushes over the lawn’s front steps ,  an unexpected visitor perched at street level.   woken only by the soft call of birds , the city that wakes itself from night’s grasp , tired gaze wipes itself from chilled expression.   ❛  this is a private property.  ❜     

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☼     ✲      ||   :       @silverwilled​          ||      liked.

      brow bends to focus on words , compares a bullseye through arrow or bullet.   he lifts the bow up , down , as if to measure its weight , unconvinced of its superiority.    no ,   he’ll stick with his gun.   ❛  but do you pull the arrows out after ?  ❜    

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☼     ✲      ||   :       @andmarigold​          ||      liked.

    what melody could cross continents  but the sound of her voice   ,   at first only a whisper , growing   &&  growing.   a not unwelcome disruption from the monochromatic droning of his day.   a storm recently passed has given way to daybreak , met with the warmth of mumbai , but out widespread windows he can see the freckled sidewalk , stained from the rain. 

    no use fighting it ,  a   GRIN   creases dimples into pale cheeks.    ❛    singing again ?    ❜

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“My demons are haunting me, eating me alive.”

   blood wipes off its hands , ties a noose around the necks of bogdanows , extended branches and beyond.   strung up are they , is he ,  from the white limbs of light that dare to reach into shadow.  he cannot meet her gaze  ( how could he ? he’s FORGOTTEN HOW. )  instead fall to frozen fist , curled tight beneath a drum of skin.      ❛    sounds like you need a drink.    ❜

meme // KAMELOT SENTENCE STARTERS.   ( accepting )

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“Tell me, what’s on your mind?”

    what does the night tell the day of darkness ?   what CAN it  ?   &&  yet silence appears only in the held breath , the prelude to knotted gut , the tight expansion of his chest growing outwards  ,   outwards.  stars settle in her eyes and he must bow to them  ,  lower his gaze.  fear not the danger , never violence , but the steady beat of the heart monitor   ———     felix’s silver tomb of the hospital.   ❛   I am afraid that my mistake will cost him his life.  ❜

meme // KAMELOT SENTENCE STARTERS.   ( accepting )

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“Here’s to the darkness to come for us all.” yikes lito give a boi a break

first things first  :    A TOAST TO THE GHOUL OF A KING’S MIND !   a simple nod before glass chalice lifts to the split lip of victory ,   a survival neatly earned.   ignored is the singe of toxicity , the belly of the beast , how it yearns to swallow him  &&  fails once again.   ———    only after long , thoughtful pause do eyes lift to lito , once a beacon of technicolour enthusiasm , now dulled to unsaturated hue.   ❛  isn’t that supposed to be my line ?  ❜

meme // KAMELOT SENTENCE STARTERS.   ( accepting )