vox. voice: this isn't very 'woe is me, sorry sir' of you Princess. 1 star β
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WOE IS ME FUCK YOU SIR, always accepting; @demunitization.
β I'm not the one who owes an apology, here. β
teeth clack and scrape together, the hinge of a door creaking shut in the wake of prim jaw working over in suppression of gritted rage, her voice a cage to hold him captive. the inside flesh of her palms mangled, rivulets sliding down tightly fisted knuckles and the shake that betrays. beading to fall to stain the rich, cracked red, concrete beneath them. color stripped from her hands in the wake of her fury and the air between them crackles, acrid.
ire was a poison for the soul she scarce indulged in, had no place among peaceful visions, flowers that paint her mind in blurred hues to decay. hers always rotted where his presence lingered, gleaming black shoes to trample all in their wake, crushing daisies and dreams underfoot. a blackhole to take everything she was with him if he so pleased; his silver screens, her quicksilver, revolting her from the inside out. she, a waking inferno to scald him from within, once believing she could burn away his hatred; her gasoline man, they'd go out together. it didn't have to be this way, what about before?
she runs her tongue along the roof of her mouth, priming. she shouldn't, he's goading her, she really fucking shouldn't.
β i don't... get it. i don't understand... what the FUCK your problem is. whatever i did to make you so, soββ fuck it, you're obsessed with me! whatever i did in the past, i'm sorry okay? sorry i didn't live up to your lofty fucking expectations, big news! let's tell everyone about what a failure charlie magne is, as if they don't already know! i mean fuck, how pathetic are you! aren't you supposed to be the big man on tv? some man of the people you are dredging up past drama like a rerun that never. fucking. ends. β
she near heaves from the weight of her fury, the golden blaze of her eyes a warning to all who draws close, her tail a whip lashing the earth in warning; the spade edge directed Vox's way like a mark. she's stalking without thinking, devoid of everything but feeling, and the blackened char of her hand raises up, two fingers to poke at the space 'tween his ribs where a heart might've laid had he had one at all.
β isn't this getting old now? aren't you tired, because i sure fucking am. i've moved on and youββ you're still CHASING ME! what do you want? an apology? i've apologized! and pleaded, and begged however many fucking times, it was never enough for you! and news flash asshole, what happened wasn't even my fault! i was kind and you exploited that. losing me wasn't enough, so what? now you get your rocks off harassing me because you're so limp dicked you can't find someone else to feed your fantasy?! β
she's shaking, her legs are so very numb, dug into the earth to keep from tiding her over. and she's shaking. the songbird cry of her voice a warped apparition of what it once was. hiss and whisper of purgatory, the drag of a woman crying distant and lurking within hell's depths, seeking comfort in her distortion. her golden curls ascended in their holy halo of wrath to coil around the air snakelike in their sickening yellow glow.
β i'm done Vox! i have gotten over this, over youββ and the saddest part about it is i, i'm... i always hope the best! for YOU! that maybe one day you'll finally figure out who you are instead of trying to absorb everyone else in your sick game because let's face it. you're a loser, you're nothing, and clinging to me won't change that. please, do yourself a favor, and get a new hobby. find something that makes you happy, not because i'm asking, but for your sake. believe it or not, i did care back then and i... β
her voice cracks, breaks, throat raw. the crying gets louder in her silence. she wants to cry. maybe she was. she couldn't tell anymore. her chest hurts the same.
β fuck me, i still do... and that's the part that hurts most. thinking you're worth even a fleck of compassion, when the only thing you're good at is taking. guess that makes me the stupidest girl in hell... get better vox, or don't. whatever. but just, just.. leave me out of it. please. β
