#veekoh

Yet another Veekoh! @tiptoeingtrolls won’t accept that she’s the best for whatever reason

Smeared,seared, scorching in your veins. Your own heart had it’s rhythm   and you were riding the beat in waves. The rubber of the bar below your finger tips as your hands tightened and relaxed could have bent had you had your will. The copper sweet lingered on your tongue from biting it too hard, you couldn’t get enough. It had been a small hit. Sweet to the teeth but too short to last. Your lungs felt like fire and if you could scream you would. The lights were blurred in your eyes,your head would only let you focus on one thing at a time. Right now that was the white lines keeping you from freeing yourself of these concrete roads.What if you went off of them? Onto the sidewalk? Would you hit someone and throw yourself off? It sent a shiver through you. You were just dying to try it.

Where were you going again.

A small voice picked and poked and stirred the colors. Oh right. That party you had been invited to. It was an electric place to be, good for runs like this. With it being this late, everyone was likely too drunk to realize that you were this banged up. Good. It wasn’t a good conversation starter in places like that. Too many docile trolls. 

A heated spine came  of that thought, soft trolls good to sink your fingers into. Your tongue ran over your teeth. The hyper awareness this all brought you let you lean into any open spaces the cars around you let you have. So what if one hit you? Did it matter? Not right now. Right now you wanted vibration and touch and rush and blood. 

And you would get that

The worlds shifted as you finally came to a stop at the place. The music crept out from the house, loud enough to mix and mingle with your own beat and shoot another wave of manic through your veins.Your moirail always told you things like this would kill you. He was probably right. Killing your crotch rocket, you pulled the key from the bike. The jacket was the first thing to come off, it was soaked in indigo right now and while you had to admit, it was a good color on you. It was part of the vibe tonight. Indigo, blue, tyrain and red. So many colors to stir your stomach.  While the jacket was easy to take off it took you a moment to move your fingers into the soft feathers of the mask. 

It was part of you.

It whispered not to leave, you knew better though. You wanted more where it wouldn’t allow it. Immediate gratification meant more than a little bit of comfort. It laughed and you frowned. Pulling the feathered friend away you took a moment to look at them, glittering red eyes staring back at your own. It was you and you were it. 

Cicero was still faking sleep when Veekoh leaned over and whispered such sweet words in his ear. He’s not sure how the fuck she knows he’s awake but it’s pretty clear he’s a jade blood from the full-faced flush he’s sporting.

“Cute? Me? You’re fucking kidding, right?” He mumbles in a tired, cranky manner.

But he’s flattered too, not that SHE needs to know. Well. Maybe.