Passionate Poison || Noah and Beckett ||
Drunken laughter with no one around. Foggy blue is in his eyes, and a bottle in his hand. White spots threaten to blank his vision, but he keeps walking. Walking through the forest. search. Hide and Seek. Cold body needing warmth in the form of drugs and tattoos. "Beckett" mumble it at first, like he is by your side. Like he is holding you, like he has said those words like you haven't lost him. You're fucking losing yourself "Beckett!" It's screamed at no one except the sky, angry. Why? Why? Why? "Beckett Caterpillar!". A puffy face, a hot face, when did that happen. A tear warms the cold skin.Â
You had wished, and wished, and wished so much. Couldn't see. Still can't. You can't fucking stand it but you still stand even when you wobble down the street. Poison promised, protected answers, a lit blunt and a near dead soul.Â
