my hallelujah

temporary fleeting thrills, keep me bruised and make me ill
my skin has lavender tones

Watching as the young man rights himself, Sunjata’s hands drop to his sides once he’s shifted them back to being their normal, scarred, human shape. “What?” Sunjata says, brows pinching before he realizes a second later when he rustles his wings and the fact his head tilts and it feels a little bit heavier. “Oh,” clearing his throat, Sunjata returns back to his normal self, horns and wings vanishing along with the scales that had kept him warm.

A fact he realizes shortly after as he folds his arms across his chest. “No, no. Uh, just didn’t need to be around the festival anymore.” He tries for his usual, crooked and charming smile but finds it feeling oily on his face. So the charade drops and he steps more onto the path now that he doesn’t look like a walking nightmare.

“Are you staying around here?” He asks, turning his gaze away from the young man to peer down the path toward the village and the lights in the distance, his compass tattoos on his neck twisting with the movement.

the flood

tell me i'm a loaded gun, tie me up and come undone
i can cover it up, i can cover it up

totally sniped from odd ilu