MIDDLECLASS SUPERSTAR ,

[Kezz]

WELCOME TO MODERN DAYS,
I'LL EASE THE PAIN BY SMOKING MY DREAMS AWAY.

He'd be lying if he said he never thought about her. Her opaque perfume and eyes of ebbing smoke. He thought about the day they had met upon the beaches of Jungle Rock — how he had fallen into awe of this confident young girl — and he thought about the night they had spent together, as adults, sinking into the madness. How she had welcomed, lured, him into her bedchamber with a gentility that he had not expected from a woman such as she; a woman whose passion was tempestuous, ferocious, and yet cold like winter's bone. But it hadn't felt like she was making a mistake; in fact, it was the most at peace he had ever seen this wild siren. And their beautiful daughters — Sansa and Arya, remarkable women. One a queen, the other the wife of his father's beta, and each with children of their own! The tie between Druid and Faye was undeniable, timeless.

Months had spiraled into years, and the date since their last meeting seemed ancient. It might be a stretch to say he missed her, but the blue wolf's firstborn oft found himself pondering upon her current state of existence: had she found love? Was she happy? Had she tamed the storm in her fascinating heart? Faye would never be Dare, she would never be the shadow to his sun nor the wind to his sails; she'd never wear his love in the way that, unbeknownst to him, she longed for. But Druid cared for Fate's daughter, deeply, and couldn't quite bring himself to regret their night — it had opened his eyes to her, and they would never be closed again.

kota ♥ ughhh yis ♥

[kota]

    Druid knew not of the affect he could have had on Faye, he could have changed her. Could have been everything to her, the tamer of her lion's heart, her ring master, had he wished. They could have been great together, the beloved (and cursed) children of two great kings. The king and lionheart. But the wolf pup must have been afraid, afraid of her reputation and what she was capable of doing. The lioness had been a fool when they met, just a cub, too distracted by al the riches that surrounded her in the islands. She had never had luck with cards, even with a good hand she never played them right, she bluffed too often and folded too soon. She should never have taken advantage of him, but it had been so, so easy. Too easy, and at the time she'd loved it.

    She relived that day quite frequently, how the simplicity of her morning (which she'd spent sleeping off a hangover) which progressed into such comfortable madness. She remembered the dull ache of her head, and the walk down two flights of stairs to the kitchen for a glass of water, she hadn't expected to find Druid. He was clearly distressed, pacing the length of a third story corridor in the blue wolf's castle (how he'd gotten here without her noticing was beyond her). Everyone had been gone, the mansion was desolate, Lola had spent day and night teaching a new dance technique to Rigel in the grand ballroom. Fiorella and her twittering bird where off somewhere exploring in the surrounding jungle, and Liesel had been off having some sort of secret rendezvous with Ulrich of which she thought no one knew about. The gods only know what Paradisum was doing in the throne room, doing business? Or maybe the business had been doing him, in the form of a needy mistress. This left the wolf pup all too vulnerable to fall prey to the lion cub's picking.

    Faye hadn't cared for him then, not in the very slightest, she was more intrigued by the blue wolf's heir, the boy made of glittering gold, Rigel, the boy of stars. But Druid had been there, and she was hungry, insatiably so, for companionship. A light tug of blue flannel with her manicured hand, and a few encouraging words was all it took for her to urge him down the hall, and around the corner, ushering him into her room in a rush of whispers (getting caught would end her chances entirely). She promised to listen to him, to help him figure out what was wrong.

    She had kept her word, her body a careless sprawl of curves in her four poster bed, head in her hands, eyes of tempests trained on the boy in blue sitting cross-legged in an arm chair on the other side of the room. She'd quickly grown tired of hearing him speak of Desir, how they'd fallen in love, their affair, deeds done, and finally the messy, messy breakup that brought them to that exact moment. She remembered this moment vividly, the flicker of her smoke filled eyes turning almost predatory, the sudden halt of movement of her swaying feet. One swift movement, on slip of tan legs against silk sheets and her feet had hit the stone floor. She turned then to the nightstand beside her to open the bottom drawer, drawing out a seemingly unopened bottle of vodka. Part of her personal stash, and with a quick turn of her heel she faced him, she popped the top and took a swig. The liquid burned her through, her grin turned feline, she held out the bottle in an open gesture. "C'mon Dru you could use a bit of fun."

    That had been so long ago, she never thought she'd fall so hard. She had been gentle and explorative (for once, for his sake), he'd greeted her with a match of pent up force and wanton eyes, eyes of titanic glacier proportion. It had ended badly, in her opinion, the twins were something she hadn't wanted until she was much, much older and then she was foiled, soiled, and alone. She felt her body had been ruined then, she wanted to see no one, let herself waste in the solitude of her mind. She did that still, and she felt an odd sense of panic as Druid came into site, she found herself holding her breath, and deliberately took her time close the distance. "Why are the fates so cruel?" she muttered quietly.

---- ily Kezz ♥

[Kezz]

ANNIE LEFT ME TO THE LIONS
I TOOK A PILL AND SHE TOOK MY FRIENDS,
BUT THERE IS SOMETHING RIGHT WITH YOU.

"Why are the fates so cruel?"

The voice spooked him, and, momentarily, ironically, he couldn't put a face to the syllables lingering in his ears. The summer evening had been kind and light loitered still upon the mountainside, making it easy for Druid to pick out the very person he had been contemplating. Of course, now, he recognised those husky vocals and his blood ran immediately cold. Anxiety pressed her clammy palms against the tall man's forehead, and he couldn't help but glance restlessly over his shoulder as though Dare was there, waiting, watching from the shadows as he betrayed her again. And still he had not moved except perhaps back an inch, shrinking away from his past in what seemed to be a wave of something close to panic. He swallowed, and still he had not truly looked at Faye, his gaze flinching from her. What are you so afraid of? Everything. It wasn't that he couldn't trust himself around Fate's daughter more than he didn't wish to be reminded so blatantly of what had nearly broken him. He felt embarrassed, suffocated; his reaction coming as a surprise even unto himself. But then, why should he ever have expected anything more than inadequacy? Druid had never been the heir his father had wanted, needed; he was never going to be the wolf Paradisum had emulated. As if he needed further proof.

He knew he was being absurdly rude. Get a bloody hold of yourself, man. But he couldn't stop his hands from shaking, his tongue from sticking to roof of his mouth and it seemed, that even after all these long years, absolutely nothing had changed.

kota well, i didn't expect this but it just happened and i ran with it. poor faye haha<3

[kota]

    
    The henna woman is having an out of body experience, she just has to be. She is not the one watching her blue man cringe. (He is not her blue man. He never was, never would be, and she has to remind herself of this fact constantly.) Her scarlet lips are pulling into a grimace, that is the only thing she's sure of at this very moment. Faye is enamored by the man in the faded blue flannel, and to ever show ill feelings towards him would be a sin, wouldn't it? She's sinned many times before, and she could look past the glamour well enough to know that he looks like he's seen a ghost. But it's not a ghost he's gawking at, it's her. She's playing the act of a cornered lioness, annoyed, trapped and ready to fight if need be, fur bristling. He is shrinking away from her, yet she bears closer. How dare he even have the audacity to feel embarrassed at the sight of her.

    He's practically quivering in his boots and she takes the brief pause in her flustered state to brush the dust of travel from the red leather of her jacket. "For fucks sake, Dru, get ahold of yourself. We're adults now, there's no reason for you to shy away from me like a child." Her voice is husky, as it always is, as it always has been. Her words lash like a razor's edge and she almost flinches at her own words. Still, she's tired of being a whiny, wallowing sack of bones. She wasn't born for this, she was never made for this, she wanted more, deserved more.

---- this is all over the place, the next will be better Kezz ♥

[Kezz]

I SEE THE HOLY LIGHT, DISGUISE THE LONELY HEART
LIFE FOLDS REGRET AGAINST THE CITY LIGHTS

And, oh, yes, he should have been ashamed; he was! Terribly. But this man — swollen with love for a women who slept peacefully miles from this childhood affair — longed for a haven to which he could seek solace from himself at least, but alas, there was no such aslyum and his past remained still an ever-present shadow against his quivering spine. Because when Druid lifted his gaze into those storms (voracious shaded eyes) he witnessed the abolition of Dare's soul. He was the spectator to the end of the world. Broadway shone in Faye's stare, even if she knew it not, and Druid saw it all: the makings of a perfect tragedy; she was the Streetcar named Desire.

White light glittered in the pale, circular abyss of his glacier optics.

"For fucks sake, Dru, get ahold of yourself. We're adults now, there's no reason for you to shy away from me like a child."

There was a moment when the air between them was penetrated only by Dru's singular poignant exhale. But it did not last. Air took him, filling his lungs with substance at last and he drew himself higher, together. "If only I had shied away from you that night." — a tenacity he'd known in his mother, surely. The thorny words cut against his lips and staked themselves into the ground between man and woman. But instantly Druid found regret stinging the damage his words had caused, seeping into the bloodied cracks and burning itself into the self-induced wounds. An apology bloomed on his tongue but there it became entangled in the mess that was the labyrinth of Druid's agapé love for this woman. This raven-haired, hot-headed woman that was not his own.

"What happened to us, Faye? What happened to those kids on the beach?"

kota ilysm. idk where this came from but i love this thread

[Kezz]

bump?? kota