|Repose Alternate (reposealternate) wrote in repose,|
@ 2018-11-12 22:22:00
|Entry tags:||*log, beau williams, plot: halloween, ronan xander|
Wrap up: Consumed/Board to death
Who: Consumed / Board to death
Warnings: Themes, etc
It was a night beneath the stars. He couldn't tell if his companion was there the whole time, but every time his fingers inched outward, they covered the crest of a pelvic bone, the transcendence of rib cage, the meteoric plummet of a waist.
This place was easy and he was floating on starshine and a want that was fulfilled. There weren't any faces in his past to crave, they all blurred together in memory to be something under him, like he was a robin, perched on the edge of a rooftop, looking down. Did birds see people with targets on their heads? He laughed, a raspy gargle that ached in his bones.
The sky got lighter and his body got heavier, like the light was filling his body with mass he didn't otherwise have, until the sun broke the horizon. He was not filled with star shine, he wasn't feeling indolent with manufactured pleasure and lassitude, he was certainly, blindingly awake. The dirty needle was still on the ground and he turned to his companion, all wrong, all wrong, all of this wrong, lean fingers grasping a bicep. "Wake up, wake up," he hissed. "Please, wake up." Fuck, what if he OD'd or something?