#sanguisamoris

[downs1de]

PLAYLIST BASED STARTERS

@sanguisamoris → 100 Words / AFI

"Yesterday, I longed to die—fell to the ground and the ground caught me."

"Now today I question why I fell."

[temeryte]

Spotify Wrapped inspired starters + @sanguisamoris

In the dimly lit corner of a bar on the outskirts of Lafayette, Rust sits hunched over a scarred wooden table, a cigarette between his fingers. The atmosphere of the room, thick with the haze of smoke and the hum of conversation, seems to cling to him like Louisiana's humidity.

A small pile of documents lay scattered on the table, an open notebook and a marker on top. Each page of the handwritten book carries the weight of investigations, scribbles, and annotations that reveal the shades of darkness Rust faces every time the sun rises in the eastern sky—sometimes when it falls, too.

Michael, a familiar face in his late-night, sleepless escapades, slides into the seat opposite him, the clink of ice in his glass catching Rust's attention as he places his drink in the only spot Rust wasn't occupying yet.

Rust stares at the drop of condensation that falls from the rim of the glass and makes its way onto the wood. He hasn't had anything to drink since he first settled in; his coffee is long gone, and he's perched. This would be a perfect time to have a beer—he heard the bartender refill the minifridge moments before. But when Michael offers to buy him one, it takes what's left of his strength to pass up on it.

"I don't want a piece of that."

Rust mutters, his voice hoarse. As if to help quench his thirst, he falls for another of his vices, bringing the cigarette back onto his lips, where he takes a drag and then exhales the smoke between them, flicking the ash into his empty cup.

"I know there's no peace in that."

[downs1de]

mikey leans up - and kisses rust on the cheek.

The gesture catches Rust off guard—it's tender and heartfelt, but disappointingly brief. To Rust, the kiss lands off target, not quite on the spot he would've preferred.

As Mikey begins to walk away, Rust grabs his wrist, pulling him back.

"Don't y'think you're forgettin' somethin'?"