butterfly culture

✧ // night so black that the darkness hummed — task 021.

❝When I awoke, the moon still hung, the night so black that the darkness hummed. I raised myself. My legs were weak. I prayed my mind be good to me.❞ — x

His father used his fists so liberally; as if it didn’t pain him when his fists pounded against him, as if he wasn’t damaging more than just his body. Yet, Augustus just took it; sometimes he wanted to, sometimes he wanted to yell – other times it was both, but he never did any of them.  He stood with a blank face, getting what he deserved. This time it was because of a simple mistake; Augustus tripped, the cans he was carrying tumbling down also. It created quite a noise, and his father didn’t like that. It was only a two punches to the face – it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. He didn’t cry, he didn’t yell, he simply fell back from the group as they searched the block for supplies. Though, the sound of shuffling made him peer to the side, not sure if it was one of the damned or a human. “Hello?” he called out, eyes glancing around the area in front of him. 

The ex-magician loved new faces; each one of them bringing excitement and a new adventure, and what wasn’t to love about adventure? It wasn’t hard to tell by the looks of the girl’s face that she certainly didn’t see it in his point of view, yet was maybe too kind to at least not try to understand where he was coming from. He nodded his head, propping himself up on his elbows, a look of brief interest passing over his features. “It helps when you’re able to see beauty in a cloudy day as well as a sunny one.” Just like it helped to see beauty in darkness as well as the light, but Angus didn’t voice that.

❲ @edensutter ❳

      LIBERATION ; by her own hands, another’s — it doesn’t matter. were they to truly do her a favor though, they would have slaughtered the population & left her be. embarrassing is one word for it, but huan refuses to admit that’s an emotion she can feel ( it’s a weak one, isn’t it ? ), and so, it was brushed under a blood-stained rug, long since soaked through from the underneath out. it was only saved from being too obvious by the RAIDERS. with the station disbanded, huan is free of responsibility for anyone but herself, & her life – it’s NORMAL again. she’s back home in comfortably blood-streaked skin, she’s alone in her actions.

            IDEALLY, ANYWAY. 

      a thorn in her side, one somehow not ruthlessly picked apart by careless hands following the orders of ignorant minds. the dull burning along her rib cage makes her think ‘in her side’ is correct – she’s there, hard to forget, and most of all, an irritating sign of … weakness. failure. something unspeakable, something that’s not quite crossed huan’s palette of emotions in quite awhile ; it shakes her to the core, and though it is ever active, always overflowing with darkness, it’s unnatural. OTHER PEOPLE don’t belong anywhere close, and – she has a plan. she always does. it’s luck that she catches sight of eden at all, and not so much luck when her hand has wrapped around a thin arm to pull the woman into a small store, probably a local fabric’s place, or a chain, even - huan wouldn’t know. 

       ❛ EDEN. ❜ a greeting, if nothing else. her tone doesn’t take on anything sickeningly sweet, but rather, it’s normal, almost entirely different to what the other has ever heard. ❛ where’s your friend? ❜

PANIC is the first thing that she feels: the burning pain that left her helpless and unable to move in the other survivor’s grasp. The second was ACCEPTANCE of her demise. The raiders had come, and they had almost conquered. Part of Eden knew that the only reason she was still alive was because of the help of others. She was a weak little thing: her heart dripping with good intentions and desperation for love and affection. It didn’t matter if it was a raider left behind after the chaos of the past few days or if it was just a random survivor desperate for supplies; she would never be able to hold her own. 

Eyes raised to the face of her attacker in surprise when instead of being beaten to death, she was tugged inside a building. The voice that came with it was relieving — almost. “—Huan? How’d ya find me? Oh — it don’ matter. You alright? I mean — ain’t hurt physically right? Them raiders jus’... they jus’ destroyed everything.” Eyebrows knit together with an angry huff. The emotion was almost humorous on the blonde that couldn’t step on an ant without crying. “I almost lost it ya know? I jus’ I got so angry.” A quick shake of her head, teeth gently gnawing on her bottom lip, and Eden was turning her attention back to the other female.

Long legs spread out before him as the man leaned back between grass and wall. Hazel eyes directed towards the sky as he played with the silver blade in his hand; by played meaning flipping it in and out of his fingers expertly – a trick he had learned in the old life, something the audience had loved in his performances. In fact, the New Yorker knew plenty of tricks with knives that could definitely come in handy. Lips transformed into a coy little grin at the arrival of another person, someone not of the undead sort. “Lovely day, isn’t it?” Angus spoke to them. It could be seen as a bit of a joke, considering the sky was nothing but clouded over and grey, but to him it was just glorious.

ASK MEME // ( @hauntedhunting. )

[ @edensutter ]

When Juliet Kemp caught a simple shimmer of those blonde locks, she played it off as her brain trying to LIE to her that Eden was okay as she had been seeing things like it all of the DAMNED day. But then her ears caught a hold of a voice that sounded to much like the young lady’s and she took of running faster than you could scream for help, she could feel the panic gripping her throat though. She didn’t know if that was truly was the blue eyed beauty, so she started praying. To who? She didn’t care at the moment, she just wanted her [ heartache ] friend to be okay. 

The texan finally rounded the corner and felt her throat only tighten, her mouth DRYING up right away as her dark eyes laid sight on the light coloured hair. She stumbled as she walked, quickly gripping to a pole for a moment. “E-Eden?” She called out, her Texan accent as thick as the heat and the smell of death around them. She was shaking like a leaf but she tried to stand strong, she N E E D E D to. “Oh god please let that be you.”

Hunter consumed her mind as the blonde wandered through the back alleys, searching hopelessly for this PROMISED LAND that the radio had spoken of. Surely her best friend would be headed in that direction. Where else would she have to possibly go? Unless she left the city, picked up her things and ran. She couldn’t believe that Hunter would ever do something like that to her, but the idea still stayed there, corroding the blonde’s hope that she was trying so desperately to cling onto. It was that hope and faith that had kept her holding on through the midst of death and destruction, but she hadn’t known someone like Hunter prior to this. Before when DEATH HIMSELF came knocking on the door, all she had to give was herself, and as scary as that was, it could never compare to the terror she felt when thinking about a life without her best friend.

Frantic hands jiggled and pulled on the handle to the room that she PRAYED was safe. There was no one to save her now, and the baseball bat hanging loosely from her other palm would do little to help her if she didn’t have the strength to actually use it. The undead were one thing, but the living were on a whole other level. She had already gotten her little taste of the danger that her fellow humans brought when she and Hunter had been attacked, but since then it seemed that she had been rather lucky, only seeing them from afar.