#nyxscouter

Shock usually wasn’t a party goer, sure the chaos of a party could be entertaining for a bit. But after awhile it just got boring to her. She was only at this one because a ‘friend’ begged her to go with. That friend then promptly ditched her.  She took this new found alone time at the party to try picking drunk kids pockets and make some use of the night before slipping onto the back porch. Where she hoped she’d catch some peace. But the sight of Nyx out there too made her prickle and her blood go cold. 

"Long time no see.” Shock’s voice cuts through the night air speaking over the thumping of the party going on inside. Despite the noise and excitement going on in the house behind them the porch is fairly barren. Except for Shock and Nyx now. She crossed her arms, digging her nails into her forearm to push back the feeling of wanting to ask questions that she wasn’t sure she even wanted the answers for.

IN GENERAL, PERRIE’S LIFE IS chaotic; a storm of expectation, a flurry of DIY, and heaps of perfectionism. if she isn’t working on a commission, then she’s downtown shamelessly self-promoting her commission business; if she is working on commissions, then she’s in and out of art stores for supplies, in and out of galleries for inspiration, and definitely in her room, usually for days at a time, piecing together a client’s request. as much as this kind of work calls for organization, perrie has none of it-- she operates in-the-moment-- which is perhaps why she shows up to best butter freckled with paint and in her sweatpants. ❝ NYX! ❞ she calls out, waving an arm rapidly in the air to get their attention, then weaving through the crowd of tables to join them. ❝ sorry i’m late. am i late? shit’s been lit. ❞ she slings her bag heavily on the floor, then leans across the table to hug them, a motion that awkwardly encompasses part of the table in the process. ❝ i haven’t slept in a day in a half. how are you? ❞ 

mummy: would you like to ever have children? why or why not?

“Me with children?… Yeah, hell no. Kids are loud, obnoxious monsters that are easy to fuck up and mentally scar forever. I’d never damn a child to the sort of existence that would mean forcing them to have me as a parent. I might be heartless but I’m not that much of a bitch.”

mothra: what is something dangerous that attracts or fascinates you?