#don’t perceive that his intro isn’t out yet pls

[cainhood]

when  does  an  echo  become  unnatural?     away  from  its  mouth,   a  voice  returns  anew.     the  same  words,   yours,   spoken  by  the  cave’s  black  mouth.     except  there  is  no  cavity  here,   only  the  blank  abyss  trapped  in  her  glossy  eyes.     an  unsung  beauty  that  creeps  into  him,   like  a  twig’s  finger  contorting  to  reflected  light.     (   what’s  yours  is  hers;   what’s  hers  is  yours.     which  came  first?   )     you  will  never  remember.     the  echo  precedes  and  will  succeed  you.     mouldering  woman,   you  will  not  rot  alone.     not  under  any  sky.     not  deep  within  any  ground.     my  teeth  are  here;   your  need  is  there.     thrumming  beneath  her  skin   –   no,   his,   his  skin   –   right  down  to  the  fruit  heart.     lemon  slices,   you’d  wager,   gently  torn  like  leaves  in  a  doe’s  mouth.     like  chewing  on  a  strip  of  flesh,   animal  or  not.     she  bleats  for  you,   boy,   and  your  jaw  won’t  lock.     what  remnants  a  father  leaves  in  his  son.     an  absent  chuckle,   breathed  out  with  his  smoke-lined  mouth.     ‘   you’ve  got  a  bloody  blush  on  you  right  now   ( … )   like  a  sweating  lollipop.     i  wouldn’t  need  to   act   hungry.   ’     he  loosens  deeper  into  the  toothy  chair.     lets  her  sit  along  the  round  edge  of  his  gaze.     the  lamb  must  earn  her  slab.     ‘   got  too  much,   an’  you’re  looking  for  more,   hmm?     don’t   beg   for  your  bite,   babe.     just  take  one.   ’

for: @cainhood location: the top of the black towers

there are places where sound does not reach in this city. impenetrable by the light speed of vibrations and the symphony that rings in the ears of every poor son-of-a-bitch unlucky enough to still be living here. from this height where heart laid back spread out like a sacrifice she could almost reach the stars. she stretched her fingers upwards and the little gems on her nails glittered in the light pollution. there was no reason to be on the roof, there was no reason to be drinking either. it was simply that it was better to do these things than to not. if she had neatly tucked her heels into the doorway of her shitty apartment and sat in the darkness until her bones ached enough to go to sleep then that would have been her evening. all the nicer to be up here with jack listening to him drone. she sat sat up legs swinging over the side of the plastic chair yellowed with age underneath her. "has anyone ever told you-" she slurred, face flushed with inebriation. "you're like a little mosquito you buzz and buzz around someone's ear and then you bite down and drain all their blood. you're not even a sexy vampire like carmilla. you're nosferatu."