#pekkt

"not everyone i take on dates ends up chained to a rock to be tortured until the end times, take a chill pill."

" Let’s see,  DEAD BODY,  blood  everywhere  including on you but you’re unharmed. Hmm, I wonder what  OTHER CONCLUSION  I should arrive to... “  No doubt here comes the  ‘ This is all just a big misunderstanding ’  speech, it’s inevitable, but Lambert feels better with his raised sword between them, then he can decide if he can be bothered to listen to the whole explanation or not.

Slightly as always visited Kensington Gardens first when he came to London. It was a habit. He liked the forested areas, he also liked the monument to Peter. People grew up thinking it was just a story, but a lost boy ( teen?--- he refused to call himself an adult and he still was youthful ) was among them sometimes he wondered how they would react. Kids were in awe, especially when he flew, kids were the best. But there were no kids out right now, in fact he shouldn’t be in the park, it was late. But someone was, so quickly and quietly he flew into a tree to watch. Curiosity killed the cat, good thing Slightly wasn’t a cat. When he saw them he called out, “Whatcha doing?”

       nice — ha ! ben scoffs, hands shoved into his pockets as he avoids eye contact. his stomach aches and some part of him wonders if it has anything to do with the monsters under his skin.   ❝ i’ll try to remember that for next time, ❞   he says, y’know, like a liar.

Look. If you’ve lived any amount of time in Venice Beach, California, you’ve seen pretty much everything there is to see. Good, and bad, and weird, and mind-melting. So Nate should have somewhat prepared for something like... that... whatever the fuck it was, to pop and rush and jolt towards the shores like a bat out of hell. But he wasn’t. At all. 

Maybe it has to do with the fact that he had his headphones on and was zoning out entirely as he was jogging down towards the shore. Maybe it has to with him catching a glimpse of bright red hair -- natural red, which was uncommon on dudes here at least, unless your name was Mac -- and he wasn’t looking where he should have been.

Maybe it has to do with the fact that the OBJECT has like, ONE MILLION EYES? Looks more like a creature from the deep dark sea, honestly, than... Anything else. Was it some kind of fish maybe? 

Had Nate accidentally smoked some of Jay’s harder shit? 

“Uh.” small steps sound against the stone walk, ends when Nate’s standing by the side of the bench, staring out towards the foaming sea greedily trying to lap up that... thing.

“To rest, like... die or something? Wait didn’t you say it was a THING?”

yeah, long story short, i did say i suck, but thank you scout for slapping me across the face with positivity. i think i’m climbing out of the self-pity hole now slow but steady.

It’s - well, it’s an encounter, that’s for sure. She hasn’t decided what to think of it yet, half-exhausted and standing there dressed as a man and feeling something in between. She cocks her head, watching the woman-creature-thing burrow in the dirt like it’s home, fingers tangled up in plant stems that she would only touch with her hands cloaked in linen, careful as she grinds them up.

She blinks, slow and wondering, at the pretty thing crouched down and kneeling in the muck and filth half-churned by bare footsteps, and for the first time in a long time she’s something close to interested.

“I think,” she says, voice low and soft for once, “I would like for you to be a puzzle.”

I want to tear you up, she whispers, unsaid. I want to peel away your skin and see what makes you tick. I want to see why you’re different, what it is about you that made me stop in the first place and watch you like I’m not something that slips through the shadows, like I am not soaked in blood that isn’t mine and should not run from your gaze.