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@auspicium​ sent  /    ❛ you just can’t stay away from me, can you? ❜ 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒 / open 

there’s something easy in how he laughs a response, light, unburdened, clear as the unseasonably blue skies stretching cloudless and without end through the dusty filtered shop windows. he grinned, a wry thing, as he leaned against the aged counter. 

“ you're glad that i don’t. ” well, he certainly could pretend if he so wanted, but it didn’t mean he’d be believed at any rate. there was far too much history, too many sleepless nights spent seeking solace in kindred company, tightly clutching the physical in a realm where so much remained uncertain.

 it felt strangely like lifetimes ago, though it could only have been months, perhaps a year at most. so much had changed so quickly. it didn’t seem he was the only one, either, unless his memory was so quick to betray him. though oliver looked only marginally less weary, there was something less haunted to his face. his eyes hardly seemed to shift even as the light closest to mike flickered brief protest to his proximity. 

‘ it’s just the end of the world. ’ goth solidarity...

                    JUST THE END OF THE WORLD.   gerard thinks about it, that’s what he’s been working so hard to avoid isn’t it ? the end of the world. but he isn’t stupid : all things come to an end, it just so happens that the avatars are trying to bring it about sooner rather than later. he wants to question, to point and accuse as to why oliver doesn’t seem to care, of course he wouldn’t, he’s an avatar of the end. it’s all inevitable, any ritual would bring about his god too. he tries not to be mad about it, though admittedly not very hard. tired gaze drags over handsome face.   “ which ritual is this again ? ”   he questions, faux boredom dripping from his tone, as if this doesn’t bother him, just a bit.

                                 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐱 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬, as he stands in the doorway of a magic shop. the paranormal has a connection tied so tightly to the fake dark matters specialist, he feels like it might all be one in the same in his mind. the idea of magic, the paranormal. maybe that isn’t the best connection, still his interest is peaked, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.   “ do people actually believe this stuff ? ”   he doesn’t mean for it to sound as judgmental as it does, it’s a mix of harsh connections and his own skepticism, but he doesn’t apologize either. 

                                            I learned early I was a cold girl - nothing more

                                           Unyielding, fixed - unreachable, unchangeable

                                     A being like me wilts in the sun. Leave me in my winter

                                                                Here I am powerful