Post by Arrow on Jul 26, 2017 22:34:08 GMT -8
Ionia Hemishift
Time turns in some endless cycle in which my circadian rhythm cannot contemplate beneath the new paling moon to which I'm exposed. Stars spoiling the sleek sky with their blessings break away from their ethereal bonds and weave within the wanderings of my wild hair. Although confusion most clearly cripples my concentration I allow its deception to derail me from this destined dimension. Upon the wings of my dreary desires I've allowed myself to sail above the shackles of this rigorous society. Within this race among the spirals of space I shed my skin and breathe in the brilliance of a parallel perspective. Inside this translucent teleportation of the moon's transformation I know no concept of any restraint. I'm free... Thus is the bliss of alcohol.
Enormous amounts of the devil's drink had stolen away down the sewers of my throat while the sessions progressed. One after another failure forged the opening end leaving only empty glasses to be endlessly filled. By the time the District Twelve hunk has hurled his clothes into the chars of the fire nearly Layla and I both were naked and sprinting down to his session as well. A sigh spurs from my lips as I sit upon the steps of the center's exterior. My fingers follow the figures of the clear constellations which as a child I put clearly into memory. Apparently even drunk I'm dynamic enough to seem as though just a simple star gazer in a city built upon the bones of those its my job to bury.
People pile out of the double doors as the final flickers of light only remain in the rooms of those awaiting the hell of a haunted forest they know nothing of. In the veil of night and the mists of my mind I can almost swear I see Pierce pausing naked before the window as another figure follows him to the floor. Steps steer my attention away from the drastic desire I have to hold onto another this night and melt away within their immortal embrace. Layla exits ignoring any advice from Lail which surely follows her. A smile falls over my moon cupped cheeks as she approaches the step on which I sit.
Carefully stirring to stand without slanting to the ground in a heap of hair I welcome her with a light wave. "You know as far as I'm concerned the night is still young as long as the sun's brother is hiding it." I think I might have my astronomy a little more incorrect than I anticipated going into this conversation. My limousine arriving for my final departure for home allows an escape from my practically unnoticeable blunder... right? "Well here's my ride... How about..." I'm too drunk to deal with being smooth, that side of me got slammed after the District Seven boy. "Screw it. I'm drunk, you're drunk my ride and penthouse has way more booze. Let's go!" A clap of my hands and I crumble into the car.
While waiting for my surely irresistible offer I begin pouring several glasses of fine red wine. Although half the bottle meets the carpet by the cooler I ignore such a sight and sip on my own glass while still waiting. What in Panem could possibly be keeping her so long? "Layla! Hurry up or I'm leaving!"
Enormous amounts of the devil's drink had stolen away down the sewers of my throat while the sessions progressed. One after another failure forged the opening end leaving only empty glasses to be endlessly filled. By the time the District Twelve hunk has hurled his clothes into the chars of the fire nearly Layla and I both were naked and sprinting down to his session as well. A sigh spurs from my lips as I sit upon the steps of the center's exterior. My fingers follow the figures of the clear constellations which as a child I put clearly into memory. Apparently even drunk I'm dynamic enough to seem as though just a simple star gazer in a city built upon the bones of those its my job to bury.
People pile out of the double doors as the final flickers of light only remain in the rooms of those awaiting the hell of a haunted forest they know nothing of. In the veil of night and the mists of my mind I can almost swear I see Pierce pausing naked before the window as another figure follows him to the floor. Steps steer my attention away from the drastic desire I have to hold onto another this night and melt away within their immortal embrace. Layla exits ignoring any advice from Lail which surely follows her. A smile falls over my moon cupped cheeks as she approaches the step on which I sit.
Carefully stirring to stand without slanting to the ground in a heap of hair I welcome her with a light wave. "You know as far as I'm concerned the night is still young as long as the sun's brother is hiding it." I think I might have my astronomy a little more incorrect than I anticipated going into this conversation. My limousine arriving for my final departure for home allows an escape from my practically unnoticeable blunder... right? "Well here's my ride... How about..." I'm too drunk to deal with being smooth, that side of me got slammed after the District Seven boy. "Screw it. I'm drunk, you're drunk my ride and penthouse has way more booze. Let's go!" A clap of my hands and I crumble into the car.
While waiting for my surely irresistible offer I begin pouring several glasses of fine red wine. Although half the bottle meets the carpet by the cooler I ignore such a sight and sip on my own glass while still waiting. What in Panem could possibly be keeping her so long? "Layla! Hurry up or I'm leaving!"
