#scondstar

Lost  boys,  Never  grow  up,  never  go  home                                     Lost  boys,  Never  spend  their  lunch  money,  yeah                                                                                 Lost  boys,  Never  grow  up,  never  get  old                                                                   Lost  boys                                                                    Find  me

                This  machine  is  killing  me  ∬  pretended  it  was  make-believe

recommend romantic candidates // @scondstar ;;

You think just because they're ancient, powerful beings who live in libraries, know too much and have a huge ego, that means they'd get along well?

You're right, I'd love to see them together lmao.

"I don't believe this!"

She had wanted to take the opportunity to do something just the two of them. Though the horror of what they'd been through had forged a tight bond, Lucy still wanted to take the opportunity to get to know Star in a typical, normal sense. Taking a trip to a few of the local thrift shops seemed as good of a way as any, there was always bound to be something interesting to find.

"How could anyone want to get rid of these?!" She held up a few dresses, one deep purple in color with a long, flowing skirt and another shorter one with a wild print. "Man, what I would have given to be able to find these sort of things years ago. I never would have left Santa Carla, I wouldn't have had the heart to leave my closet behind!"

She shook her head with a smile, putting the dresses back on the rack.

; — DIFFERENT KINDS OF KISSES🩸

The DOWNPOUR had struck quick — beach goers and partiers alike FLEEING for the cover of the NEON BEDECKED boardwalk. SOAKING stage and INSTRUMENTS and sound equipment alike. BLEACHED hair swings in whorls of CLUMPING curls of LIGHTNING WHITE, matching the STREAKS blitzing the sky over the OCEAN.

ANGELIC head tipped back toward the sky, pelted in the fall of clean cool water down the constellation of freckles on her cheeks — across the gentle slope of her nose, the thick fan of her lashes, the sharp swoop of her cheekbones. Freckled arms spinning out in the ONSLAUGHT, PEACHY laughter bubbling from out between TOO SHARP TEETH. Honeyed gaze lifting, WILD EYED and MOUNTAIN LION BRIGHT to study her Star.

Star who was soaked in the rain and spun DIZZYING sheer fabric circles beside her. Star who glowed like her namesake, or a COMET, or something other ETHEREAL intangible thing that the bleach blonde longed to CLASP clumsy fingers around, a childhood grasp round the FIREFLY gleaming in the middle. HERE, but too beautiful to EVER fully capture in thought or word or memory.

THEIR EYES CONNECT — Lucy’s GLITTER GLOSSED mouth parting to say something rendered COMPLETELY INCONSEQUENTIAL by the pounding of Star’s feet in the sand. A SPRINT and a CRASH and her rain dewed lips were PRESSING against Lucy’s own. SHOCKED STILL by the sensation for a moment before she’s raising quick and GREEDY hands to Star’s cheeks.

HOURGLASS surging forward until their bodies pressed flush, EAGER and a little CLUMSY. A ragged DESPERATE noise fleeing the bleach blonde’s CADAVEROUS CHEST as she parts her glossy lips into the kiss, tongue tracing along Star’s pretty bottom lip.

Delicate hands cradle her cheeks, one DRIFTING to clutch the back of her neck. FEVERISH. PURE WANT rioting RAVENOUSLY in her ROTTEN LITTLE HEART. Already afraid to LET GO, to lose the taste and the warmth and the perfect precious line of their bodies TIGHT to one another. ‪

the murder of one / @scondstar

Michael never considered the rarity of warmth before. It was something he was always used to, the warmth from the sun, the warmth of his own body.. Growing up in places that reflected that heat, he never considered a day would come where he would find someone with an absence of it. Sure, he knew people ran cold, and sure, he knew other places weren't as fortunate to have the blazing sun on their backs, but he never considered it rare to find.

Star always ran cold, but not in a way he was used to. She was freezing to the touch, such a contrast from the way he made his own heart feel that he wondered how it was even possible. An existence on the brink of life or death looked just as terrifying as it sounded, and even though he had yet to take any steps towards it himself, he could only imagine what that limbo felt like. How terrifying it must have been, to be on the cliff of either side.

📸 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝟑-𝟓 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐒 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 // accepting.

botanical headcanons | accepting

I think the bravest moment of their life was the first time they had to fend for themself against an entity that wanted to kill/devour them as a child, at around 11/12. That experience kind of set the tone for their entire life and if they would do whatever they could to survive or if they would freeze up or lay down and die.