necropolis

“Do I look like I need your help? I know where I’m going.”

“Does it look like I’ve offered? No need to assume anything.”

Scummy town!AU

Nights were often full of regrets for Xerxei. To get what he wanted meant going out and meeting all sorts of people, which he couldn’t pretend to enjoy, but at least he got it. Blood, blood, blood. His life - well, death, if he really thought about it - revolved solely around that, but the other things that came with it (drugs, alcohol, and sex) were a pleasant side item. It was with a displeased mumble that he woke, only to turn over and see the one who’d brought him back to consciousness.

At last, her eyes decided to lay upon her companion, get acquaintance of the one nearby. A young man, he was, also in the possession of a book, like herself. He, however, seemed to succeed in his task of reading it, while she hadn’t left the first two pages. “I ain’t no science girl, I don’t dig that.” A scientific explanation wasn’t necessary. Isabelle knew why the birds weren’t there, but she couldn’t understand why every single one of them was gone. Some species didn’t fly south and yet there was absolutely nothing at that garden. It felt dead. 

He paused, a frown appearing on his features. “In that case, the birds flew south because it’s cold. Is that better for you?” he questioned, setting his book aside. Clearly he wasn’t about to get back to it, so he didn’t see the point of keeping up the pretense of attempting to continue. “Besides, nothing wants to live near Eichen. It’s too damn depressing for anything to stay alive and well nearby.”

Azure orbs stared at the long, thick wall that surrounded the old, medieval-like household that was nowadays a mental institution. Those icy blue eyes glared at the coldness of the stones, mind half-empty, debating whether or not allowing the thoughts in. It was dangerous to let her brain function these days, no thoughts were anywhere close to bliss or positivity. A small part of her wanted to find an escape, but the wholesome of her being couldn’t care less where they locked her up. Added by the meds that a staff promptly shoved down her throat as her head she was suicidal, Isabelle really didn’t care, all that mattered was the apathy she felt eating her from the inside-out. 

Dante’s Inferno was proving to be more daunting than he’d expected. Xerxei had read it before, a few years ago, but the English language had ruined the book - there weren’t enough rhyming words for the translator to keep the original meaning and the triple rhyme, so he’d sacrificed the latter for the former. Now semi-practiced in Italian, the twenty year old was attempting to read it in the original format, but it was not an easy read. The triple rhyme did make it easier to process, but much more difficult to focus on.

Cora shrugged. “Well I don’t want to take my chances of having to go in some room to talk about why I opened a window. She looked back at him.“Thats fine, I have my own, up in my room though.” She coughed. “Seventeen, I wouldn’t say thats too young, maybe if I was twelve.”

“You never know with these places, I could get almost a foot near the window and an alarm could go off.” She nodded. “I don’t know, I’ve been here about a month a week longer than my brother.”

“They’re not all the same, I don’t think. I can’t say I’ve been to multiple, though,” he said, glancing towards the door before fishing about in his pockets. “I’d offer you a cigarette, but you’re a little young for that.” Even so, he lit one up for himself, making his way towards the window so the breeze would carry the smoke from the room.

Cora took his advice and opened a window. “Thanks, I just can’t deal with the heat.”

“Why the fuck is it so hot in here, this is very annoying.”

“I agree,” he stated, nose wrinkling slightly at the grime. “Maybe you need to call the cleaning staff. They do still show up, right?”

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the flowers are swelling with warmth and you tell me that you don’t love me anymore. okay, i say, alright. it’s like — seasons pass in that minute. like years slither by.  and your name — your name is stuck in my throat like a key i cannot find the lock to. okay, so let’s just pretend i never wanted to open my  chest anyway. let’s just pretend i didn’t love you only because you made the moon come back when it was meant to. let’s just pretend that you never made me constant, that the tide in my lungs didn’t come and go as you did. okay, i say, alright. here’s the key we never found. here’s the hope you always promised to give me.

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