August 09, 2002
apathy mine enemy [sian]

[wyrmpit]


the speakers were moved (drug, painstakingly) and settled side by side like twin sentinels to his sorrow, long back leans against them, chin tilted towards the dark ceiling (bearing his throat to the memories that strike from the past as viciously as they did when the present) feeling the thrum of soft music vibrate through his bones (bonds)

[an army of notes chasing away the pain]

fingers an idle dance across swelled ridges of flayed skin, all he wears the low-rise jeans and they, now, settle damply against tanned skin, soaked with the tears those wounds slowly leak

You don't need to bother...
(I don't have to be.)

The door clicks open and darkness (full of pulp and tangibility) pours from a room he swears is pulsing of late (Keep Out.) the roiling form of muscled flesh crosses the room silently moving towards the kitchen even as a joint dangles from her lips. She the youngest--the only female (far from feminine) presence.

I keep slipping farther
Once I hold on; I won't let go til it bleeds.

the coy smoke prickles his senses, drawing open the sheilds before mismatched eyes, the radar (toxic) before his gaze narrows to the track the monster swimming through the air (are you still the beast that lays in wait beneath the surface, or has the crocodile lost its teeth.....

the silence between them lingers, broken only by the occasional notes clear enough to carry beyond the barrier of his flesh (as a thousand spiders crawling across skin)

she disappears (unmolested) into the kitchen
reclined, he lets her, occupied in tracing crimsoncopper patterns on his skin

I wish I had a reason.
(All your thoughts are open season.)

The snick of Refridgerator door opening and then freezer, preteraudial sounds of ice chip bells falling from freezer door to ring one last (unheard.) note as they melt against tile. She reemerges with much (ALL) of the meat in the fridge and a small carton of milk--moving back to the recess of her darkened pit (er..) room.

a slender, blond brow begins to creep skyward, waiting in this (their) silence until she almost reaches the door to her own private (hell)

"Are you still angry...... Sian....."

A piece of meat is held in her teeth red dribbling down her lip as she turns those eyes staring at him for long moment. The ash from the tip of the joint grows thicker and swalloing the large hunk easily she takes another drag.

[Huh?]

That facial expression expesses all.

his hand raises, palm open and fingers splayed as if holding a spider for her inspection (invitation), blood glistens across his skin

"You've never ignored me like this before....."

(especially when I'm bleeding, especially when I'm in pain) hurt creeping into the fluid tones that strive for her ears (and sadistic attentions) squabbles aside, she is his sister (friend, lover, packmate)

Void stained eyes take him in endlessly (insatiable hunger.) to (anti-)climax in a shrug the food falling to the floor as she shrugs ripping the top off of the carton and guzzling the cream-colored liquid. She crashes onto the floor her limbs a lazy sprawl of hunger and indifference. The milk is s(LAMMED)ey against the floor as another neatly packaged cut of beef is ripped into, her head tipping up with raised brow.

[Better...?]

Oh the softness of indiffernce.

he watches (this show) her indifference carefully, idle contemplation bringing fingers to his own lips (the cimson smear he'd normally save for her flesh alone)

"If I didn't know you better......."

a part wonders if he truly does, anymore

"...... I'd think SickBoy got to you last night."

(mal)**parks outside the lab, and gets out of the car, carrying a burlap duffal bag, that appears darkly wet**
**slips quietly through the gate and heads towards the bowls of the lab**

Tongue slides about the pinking liquid that staines her OWN lips eyes fixed on his blood. (..ripples kinetic.) And she turns back to the styfofoam lifting the meating and tearing large chunks in savage motion before swallowing them whole. [..but you know better.] She doesn't smile only guzzles more milk--her actions casting a reflection of the monster that (..barely) hid beneath human mask.

those eyes downcast to the ground, fingers dipping into the slight puddle beneath hips, lifting slowly to string coagulent crimson along between his flesh and the ground (even when I bleed it connects me to the Father deep below)

then uneven (unnatural) blue snaps to her face
"Then why have you changed."

fingers tapping a rhythm in the puddle (music to sooth - or tempt? - the savage beast)

(mal)
**sticks to the shadows, heading for the pack's den**


Snarls soundlessly the milk slamming down again. Her whispered words lost against the loud pulse of speakers between them. ["Haven't. Have you?"] A silent picture, with obscure signs and subtle meanings--she was a dumb thug--best not think too hard.

(mal)
**drops the bag near the entrance with a wet thump before heading quietly back out again** ((sorry something came up and I have to run..theres a dismembered body in the bag))


lips pull from perfect teeth (a pantomine of the silent, silver film) mimicking her snarl...... attention snapping to the side at the wet thump, drinking in the new bloodscent that creeps from the sack, but when Malcom leaves, she is all that holds his attention

"He must have bested you more than I thought......"

a wyvern's whisper that reaches her senses

She has stopped eating now another drag of her joint does nothing ease the ache of almond shaped gaze on his own. [If. You. Say. It. MUST. Be.] Another slow drag so freakishly calm she seems, so FUCKING cold.

It belies the anger he -knows- he invokes.

knowledge is the lighthouse breaching storm's fog, and he uses it expertly, long form curls to rock weight onto bare feet, liquid smear a blind slap across plastic to close off the stereo's power

silence. deafening.

the slow creep breaches the distance between them, a thoughful crouch before this (his?) fallen goddess

"Remember Sian......."

the words a whispered caress (affectionate abuse) over bronzed skin, almost breath without sound

"....... if you revel in apathy........ you will lose your strength."

(and then what use will you be.....) as a ghost in the darkness, he's out of arm's reach before even she can react

Clouded.

He can feel hiss of (..his) anger in her breath her muscles begining to tense in instinctive chase but give out even as they begin she takes another slow drag or her joint and drops that before her as well. THC coursing through her veins the anti-drug to insanity. And a brow raises at the ensuing silence her form fading in and out of the non-audible bass between them.

I don't give a shit.
[..yes you do.]

She shrugs her whisper coated words stretching against air. ["What do you know about it?] Yawned out The nameless angel on one shoulder the lady of pain on the other.

his soft laughter (a mocking challenge) rains across the floor between them

"I know ..... Sian...... "

his words dance in the darkness, no longer lit by the stereo LCD, surrounding her form (infesting her mind)

"I know the Father will take away his gift of strength if you forsake it..... or perhaps G'luough will choose your limb since you cannot care enough to help hunt down a worthy sacrifice...... not even for yourself."

the cold meat was all the clue he needed to spawn the Galliard to his sacred (twisted) duty

Yawns.

[It will grow back.]

And she puddles there stretching an arm out to rest her head upon. What did the warrior fear (Besides the self?) of battle or punishment-- His words start to annoy her filling her ears with sounds that scrape aginst her senses like an unreachable itch.

["Go. Away. Annoying."]

a sound catches (choked) in Galliard's throat, those eyes narrowing in the shadows

apathy.
waste.
liability.

he no longer fears her talons turned towards her pack...... now he questions if they will be there when the pack needs them

and there is only the sound of the den-room door closing (tight) behind him

*And she sleeps there waking up intermittenly to feed on the meat*

Posted by asher at August 09, 2002 12:00 AM
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