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Tweak says, "I should quit while I'm ahead"

Envy (gre3n_eyed) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2014-02-13 22:13:00

Current mood:	anxious
Current music:	"The Fall" by Gary Nunam
Entry tags:	envy, glam rock

WHO: Envy and Glam
WHAT: Hit by the Eros love juice
WHEN: Valentine's Day
WHERE: Streets of NY/Record shop
WARNINGS: This is Envy....the possibilities are endless. It'll be a wonder Glam doesn't end up in a ditch.

Envy had gnawed his nails down to the quick since morning. He couldn't recognize this strange plague inside him. It burned with the fire of a thousand suns, raging war over and over again until he couldn't even walk. He felt sick, tormented and defeated. This feeling was painful at the way it wanted to burst through his chest with rays of sunshine.

Envy was not a fan of sunshine. It was hell on earth.

He crawled off the mattress of his bed in green pants and leather, chains, studs and cuffs which made him look like grunge or just wearing a garbage bag over his head. He pulled the hoodie up over to cloak out the sun as he found himself roaming the streets in daylight. He was looking for something to maim or squeeze the life out of thinking it might release this insane tightness in his chest. He felt like he wanted to die.

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_glamtastic_
2014-02-15 04:25 am UTC (link)

Glam, on the other hand, loved holidays and sunlight, they made her feel upbeat the entire day. Valentine's Day was on her list of days she liked, even if it tended to fall towards the middle sometimes. But not today. Today, she woke up in love with the day, in love with the world, and in love with him. She needed to find him before she vibrated out of her skin.

Embracing her brightness, she got dressed and hit the streets, expertly navigating the sidewalks in her wedges. He was close by, she could feel it.

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gre3n_eyed
2014-02-15 04:32 am UTC (link)

He stepped into the record store with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth completely disregarding the 'no smoking' sign that was parked outside on the door. When the shop owner started to protest Envy gave him a glare with his finger slicing across his neck in warning. He had a knife and he'd use him as target practice if he so much as told him to leave.

Envy wasn't sure what had pulled him into a record store, he just had that inkling that he needed to step inside. His insides were tinging and pulling in all directions. They were basically being drawn and quartered under his skin and it was disturbing.

It was hard not to miss the glitterbomb that walked inside. Someone had vomited that shit all over her and somehow it still looked.....pretty.

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	_glamtastic_ 2014-02-17 11:16 pm UTC (link)
	Alessa breezed into the shop, her coat and hair trailing behind her. She ignored the looks being tossed her way, because their opinions meant less than nothing to her. She beamed at the man in the green pants, all but floating over to him. "Hi," she said, smoothing her hair away from her face. "I've been looking all over for you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gre3n_eyed 2014-02-18 01:15 am UTC (link)
	"Looking for me? No one actively looks for me. I find them." He tried to avert his eyes from the bright lights and her eyes. He couldn't look at her eyes. So he kept them down. What did she want with him? Why was he still standing there without carving his name into her arm? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	_glamtastic_ 2014-02-23 01:05 am UTC (link)
	"Then clearly none of them are me, because I definitely did," she replied. "I mean...I can't explain it, I just...I knew I had to find you or I'd start climbing the walls." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

gre3n_eyed
2014-02-23 02:46 am UTC (link)

It sounded like something off of a Hallmark card. Completely and utterly disgusting with all the romantic hearts. He felt like he was going to gag on his own vomit. His insides were still socking him around like a punching bag...and yet he didn't mind her glittery explanation. It was a word he couldn't say and a word he couldn't formulate in his head properly. But it was there hiding in the cloud of his mind from Eros' strong love potion.

"You're pretty..." it sounded like a psychotic man trying to take a girl home. This would be the first one who was willing to follow him around.

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