#astralfates

* 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 : 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽

             ❝     AMEN, BROTHER !  ❞    lenny’s voice echoed against the imaginary walls of an imaginary palace as the imaginary sunset illuminated their imaginary pool. she had been floating there , face down , filling in her lungs with chlorine , for what felt like hours . maybe days . DIDN’T MATTER . the concept of time had become a distant alien life form , one oliver bird had taught her not to think too much about . he claimed it TO NOT BE REAL ; but heck , what was nowadays ?     ❝     except , i mean , there are rats and then there are RATS, right ?   ❞    she speaks easily , no coughing or panting to go with her words . no evidence of water ever gracing her respiratory system . the birds kept chirping , the lazy summer wind kept teasing her skin . and oliver spoke so nonchalantly , holding his stupid drink like this is some kind of fucking holiday . her DESPAIR had become MUNDANE … even to her . lenny felt like screaming . she didn’t .        ❝     ‘cause rats don’t really … rats can’t  ━━   I didn’t ask to know shit , man . ❞    she proclaimed , giving up on trying to match the other prisoner’s metaphorical prowess . 

brown eyes didn’t bother glancing at her astral colleague . he was used to this bullshit by now ; living in the ice cubes of his drinks without it ever feeling real ought to be like a hobby to him by now … and that was what kept lenny somewhat sane  (  if she ever had been  )  amidst all those SYNTHETIC DREAMS : oliver had managed to survive somehow . he still danced and laughed at dumb shit . his party host aura was … comforting .   ━━  but they weren’t cut from the same cloth . there was something disgustingly COMPLYING ABOUT HIM . something that made it easy for him to embrace his new HOSTAGE status . and that lenny could not get down with .       ❝     cheddar … feta … ricotta …  ❞      she turned her head ever so slightly . lenny couldn’t make out oliver’s expression . he was just a shadow against the bright orange sun .