#blcksaint

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◆ thse hips dont lie ◆ shakira sharkia

ft. @blcksaint

a yawn escapes his mouth as bishop emerges from his bat-cave apartment, looking more bruce wayne than batman right now. or dick grayson (he loves dick), light on the nightwing. point is, he’s dressed in his favourite baby blue shirt under a well worn leather jacket, scuffed sneakers keeping his footsteps light. he feels like himself for the first time in a long while and not ‘bishop,’ the person the collective turned him into. if he closes his eyes, he can pretend that the past eleven months never happened, that he didn’t witness and survive more than he thought possible, that he’s still the same on—

but he is bishop. waking up on the right side of the bed or finding his favourite shirt at the bottom of his laundry basket isn’t going to change that. he thinks of it like being trapped in a desert: you may find an oasis every now and then, but it’s fleeting and at the end of the day, you’re still in the desert with a smelly camel that won’t stop sticking its tongue in your ear. something like that, anyway. the metaphor ran away from him a bit. all you can do is the best with what you’re given. 

and he tries. tries to pass that piece of advice to some of the newer players too. as easy as it is to get caught up in the doom and gloom and endless unpleasantness of blcktmpl, it’s important to balance it out with normality. don’t let this become your identity. with that in mind, he heads down to the main lobby of the complex to meet up with saint, his sort-of-unofficial-friend-slash-protege-slash-adopted-son. he doesn’t know what to call him, really, only that bishop made it his responsibility to help saint get settled into the game. 

usually, this means showing him the ins and outs of the complex, but bishop figures they can do something different today. bishop has been cryptic with the details (only because he doesn’t know half of them himself) so he hopes saint isn’t too put off by the secrecy. regardless, he breaks into a wide grin and waves when he spots the other player, jogging up to him and clapping him on the back. “hey! been waiting long? i was trying to rush but my hair—” he points to the carefully messy hairdo and laughs. “beauty takes time, you know?” 

the news of a piano being brought in caused a ruckus in the village. everyone was excited to play. absolem, was not one of these people. why? because she couldn’t play. it was easy as that. she preferred to watch and listen. she stared at everyone crowding around to see how it looked before walking away.

at night, when the crowd was finally gone, she decided to go look at the piano for herself. she didn’t want to show interest when people could see her. she peeked out from the corner to look at the piano like a curious little kitten. her eyes lit up as she spotted her friend playing the piano. it sounded heavenly. part of her was jealous for not being able to play like him, and well- every other person in this community. another part of her knew that she wouldn’t be able to focus on playing so- she shouldn’t even bother learning at this point.

she slowly walked up behind him, peeking over his shoulder to watch his fingers move across the board.