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.✦ ‧` closed starter for silas!! ( @puredesolate  )

           the rhythmic bass booms beneath the rubber soles of his worn boots, cigarette dangling from his lips as he weaves in and out of the crowd ( bodies writhing beneath the cosmic colored light show ). bowie’s been here for much too long; annoyance levels high and alcohol level low. much too low to be enduring this many VOICES. normally the man prefers calmer places than this, but he’d listened to one of his ‘friends’ and that had inevitably proved to be a mistake. still, the bartender seems to sympathize ( his running tab not once slowing down since he’d traipsed through the entry way door ). gliding up to the counter and snatching a crystal ashtray, it skids along the cheap veneer– russet brown gaze glimmering as he extinguishes the only lifeline that’s proved to keep him relativity t a m e d. “hit me with another one, dude. i’m almost out of smokes and this music is shit–” falling onto a stool that’s not all that sturdy, he lets one arm rest against the person next to him for the sole purpose of remaining upright ( smirk blooming like he’s seen the light of day immediately following ). the club may have a terrible playlist, but it may have just redeemed itself via one attractive stranger in particular. “…well, hello– i’m bowie. may i buy you another drink?”

             even after what felt like hours upon hours of letting his gaze wander over the sea of figures gathering sweat upon the dancefloor, silas still couldn’t find himself keeping his eyes locked on anyone for more than just a few passing moments. the alcohol embedding itself within his veins had achieved little to no success in helping out on blurring all the unsavoury features drawn over the men who emptied out their wallets for him had. his patience   (   or lackthereof   )   was running dangerously thin, hope again lost as he downed his fifth glass of the night up until he heard an unfamiliar voice greeting him, thoroughly piquing his attention   &   even got him to turn his head, which was a feat in itself.     ❛     only if it’s a vodka cranberry   !     ❜     his scowl completely dissipated, making way for that sunshine smile. someone who looked like he stepped right out of a lana del rey song   &   the offer of a free drink   ?   how could he say no to an offer like that   ?     ❛     bowie, huh   ?   like ziggy stardust ‘n shit   ?   ‘m actually more of a sid vicious ‘kinda guy though   ——     ❜

seeing him again was   opening   up his heart          &           leaving it to   bleed out.    seeing him again was offering himself up to the   murder of crows   that hovered above, awaiting his every move.    seeing him again was like seeing something so golden          &           mesmerizing,   everything silas will   always   be.   lust filled brims          &           their love shot through jungkook’s heart like a   bullet.          ❛     you’re here  …  you’re  …  you’re here  …     ❜           of course he is,   where else would jungkook find him  ?   the   wide box grin   that he so adores appears          &           it’s like coming home.     giggles   meeting his ears like sweet kisses          &           he remembers nights of   whispered   promises          &           moans of his loves name rolling off of bitten lips.    

seeing him again is coming back   home —–  seeing him again is loosing his   breath   like a tidal wave          &           not caring about the   blood   still staining his hands to brush at   familiar   skin.   in the familiarity under neon lights,   behind a   crimson   curtain like the god damn masterpiece silas is.   his   love   renders jungkook utterly   dumbfounded   for a moment,   smile creeping onto lips as he watches the   excitement   in silas’ eyes shine bright,   his heart   shudders.          ❛     how much do i have to pay to kiss you  ?     ❜          can you be all mine  ?    voice quavers,   standing in front of   aphrodite personified   entrances him,   as it always does.   though the question is a joke,   he would still give him the   world,   paint the world   crimson   for him,   let his black heart bleed out for him.          //          @puredesolate.

out of all the strip joints in all the towns in all the world   —   he walked into his. perhaps the   ‘   red string of fate   ’   held some ounce of authenticity, pushing   &   pulling the two lovers together despite the distance never faltering on its attempts to unravel the crimson lifeline. their pull was magnetic, brought on by nature   /   perhaps even the goddess of love herself was at work   —   leading cupid to make his unmistakable MARK until the two opposite tides couldn’t   (   &   wouldn’t   )   ever resist the pull of each other’s hearts.

under the blanket of toxins   &   flickering neon stood his prince, a god amongst men perfectly fitted into tailored armani, an obvious discrepancy within the sea of beer guts in stained wife-beaters.   &   all silas could do was stare   —   complete in awe as cherry-stained brims fell agape at the sight of the lost love he thought he’d never set eyes on ever again.     ❛    k- kooks   ?   ‘s   —   ‘s that r- really you   ?     ❜     known for NOT being a man of very few words, it even surprised himself when all he could manage was a string of stutters, at first anyway.     ❛     for you   ?   everythin’ s’free   !     ❜     saying he jumped for joy wouldn’t even be a metaphor anymore as he was, quite literally, leaping   &   circling every limb he had around the other.     ❛     i missed ‘ya a whole bunch, kooks. y’have no idea   !     ❜

  chandler had been cooped up in his apartment for two weeks,  his anxiety rising to a  dangerous level  causing him to  avoid  every day life.  when in one of his self destructive moods,  the petite male embraced solitude  &  isolation as if it was  an old friend,  bathing in the cold feeling of being   A L O N E.  but with isolation came thoughts of a certain someone   —   a prostitute with a disarming smile  &  a devil’s heart.  it’d been months since silas had disappeared,  leaving chandler in a crumbling mess  &  no matter how hard chandler tried to move on,  he could hear the chilling voice of the prostitute in the back of his mind,  roping him back in.

  an urgent knock at his front door broke chandler out of his dozing sleep.  before hopping out of his warm bed,  chandler check the time on his phone.  3:17 am  ….  who would turn up at his door this late at night  ?  panic began to flow through his body,  mind turning to  horrible thoughts  of his family in trouble or a friend hurt.  rushing to the door,  chandler opened it quickly,  not even bothering to look through the peep hole.  however,  he wasn’t met with the familiar faces of a friend or a member of his family  …  not even a stranger in the form or a policeman   —-   no,  he was met with  SILAS.  chandler’s former flame was  stained in  b l o o d,  an indication of his activities prior turning up.  it was no secret to chandler just how  deranged  the prostitute could be  …  he enjoyed  TORTURING  others  …  whether it be physically or in chandler’s case,  mentally.   ‘   s-silas  ?  what are y-you doing here  ?   ’   —  @puredesolate

              after stealing   (   and quote possibly even soiling, he hopes   !   )   the innocence of one stutter-y and jittery chandler kwon, silas jumped on the next train out and never even bother glance back. the night they shared, as beautiful as it was within their throes of passion and an almost g e n t l e scraping of sharp metal against the other’s porcelain flesh, all of it wasn’t enough to make him settle his roots. and so then out he went in search for another soul he could wrench his poisoned claws into and taint to his liking, all with the curl of his lips right into that sunshine of a SMILE.

               though despite it all   —   there he was again   ;   drenched in the crimson of his latest tryst, the taste of iron still lingering upon the tip of his tongue, even down to tint the plump of his brims   —   the garnet all coiling around his beaming features and skeleton of a figure as his knuckles bashed impatiently at the hardwood. god, it was good to be back.     ❛     SNOOKUMS   !!     ❜     a fleet of giggles escaped his lips, the younger practically leaping out and wrapping his arms around the other.     ❛     it really is you, the prettiest ‘lil angel face in the flesh   !   i missed ‘ya a whole lot, y’know, like y’wouldn’t believe   !     ❜     no sense of personal space is one of his many, many   —   charming qualities.     ❛     bet y’miss me a whole lot too, huh   ?   we didn’t even get to the good part of fuckin’, y’know   !     ❜

- ̗̀  @puredesolate

‘ i guess you’re new around here, huh ? ’ said the taller male. greeting a stranger was never his forte but he did it anyway because there was something interesting about the guy that he’d just approached. ‘ are you alone ? i can be your company if you want to. i’m roman by the way, it’s nice meeting you, good looking. ’

          ❛     hm  ?  ‘ya talkin’ t’me  ?  ——  oh, yeah  !   guess i am,     ❜     whether he was, whether he wasn’t, there was only ONE THING silas surely knew   —   there's nothing better than having your prey waltz right to you before even setting up a trap. today really was his day   !     ❛     depends on how much ‘ya got in that little wallet a’yours, daddy-o. nice to meet y’too ‘n all but that handsome face ‘ya got ‘s not ‘gonna pay my bills, y’know  !     ❜