#blckspectre

ft. @blckspectre

gemini just knew that all those simulations that she had forced herself to participate, simulations which were completely optional, by the way had prepared them all for this nightbound tournament so it was guaranteed to be one hell of a ride. for sure the collective thought that they had given the candidates enough time to catch their breath after each one, prepare their own mental state long enough before they drag them all into this again. gemini knew she was coming into this blind but not completely. then again, the collective were the ones with the dirty tricks up their sleeves. 

it felt like you were waiting forever when your sights were completely dark, as if she was plunged into darkness with no light to guide her at all - so there was no use calling out because most likely they were all at the same place. 

gemini could only hear the dirt that was under the bottom of her shoes as they shift from one side to another, trying to at least move her hands to get a feel for her surroundings. they were in a cell, which gemini could feel the cold metal when her fingers touched them, as well as food and water that was set on the ground to recharge. how considerate. but she wasn’t hungry, standing around waiting for something to start instead because they were set up to enter a battle, gemini could feel it.

she rolled her shoulders, making sure her jumpsuit fitted her correctly before grabbing a hold of the handle, getting out of the cell with no time wasted right after the loud noise in the background. not before quenching her thirst and taking one quick bite. gemini was just always in a rush to get outta there, wherever the hell they were and the last thing she wanted was to fall into the abyss for hours. that was what it felt like or would feel like. 

she looked at her surroundings as the candidates make their way up to what looked like thirty flights of stairs, some going with a partner while others went off alone- dammit. she could easily do this herself and she would do it herself but maybe everything was going to end faster if she had a partner to watch her back while she powers through this despite her tendency to trust herself only if it came down to her own life. everything else would just be a pain but she does see someone; spectre who was also alone at the time. it was wild to even consider it, knowing their difference in opinion and her habit to wanting to control everything but better than nothing, right?

for @blckspectre.

anyone that knows buttercup would be aware of how she absolutely cannot hold her alcohol. for someone who goes out drinking and clubbing so often, it’s such a shame. it really is. but that still doesn’t stop her from killing her liver. as if she would let it.

tonight is no different. she’s at the usual bar she frequents, chatting animatedly with a group of stranger she met months ago and still meets up with, despite the lack of contact in between these get-togethers. it makes her feel somewhat normal, like she isn’t literally fighting for her life every week or so.

but she’s stopped craving normalcy for a while now.

no matter how drunk she gets, her lips remain sealed when personal questions are thrown her way and careful lies slip out instead. to this particular group, she’s some dance instructor with a private studio she won’t tell them about, no matter how much they ask.

hours pass and she announces to the group that she has to take her leave now, giving them hugs and kissing the cheeks of the cute ones. cheeks warm and head heavy, there’s a bit of struggle to walk out without tripping over air but she makes it, only to bump into a hard chest.

“fuck. watch your - oh.” the annoyed look on her face disappears, replaced by a smile now when somehow, she recognises him. another candidate whose name she never remembers, mainly because the only time she ever sees him is when she’s on the verge of being blackout drunk.