smoke and mirrors {arsen/theo blitz}
Feb 28, 2015 18:51:41 GMT -5
Post by maverick hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Feb 28, 2015 18:51:41 GMT -5
t h e o d o r e h a r t
I wouldn't say that I'm scared of commitment. I just don't like it. I don't like giving someone the power to break my heart because it's already so dry and shriveled that one more blow could easily kill me too. Nik and Jordan have used up all the love I once had but people keep pulling off chunks of my flesh and accepting it as substitute. And it hurts so much that I've just started pushing people away.
My fingers run through my scalp, fingers grasping at black strands and I'm so bored of the same, monotonous thing that I have to change it. It's not a want anymore. Nothing has been a want for a very long time. I'm heavy from the toxins freshly injected into my skin, body tempted to fall into the marble counter top as I slowly lose control of the feelings bursting like fireworks throughout my body. They start at my heart, wonderful colors making their way into my brain and freeing me of the tight knots tied within my body.
And Arsen is perhaps one of my best friends. Mew is like a little brother to me and Jordan is... well complicated. But Arsen isn't. He's so brunt and upfront with everything he feels that I couldn't help but fall for the auburn haired boy. There's no deception in our relationship. Nothing to figure out. Nothing hidden. (on his end, at least) and it's nice.
That's where I'm headed now, bottle of bleach and blue dye within my palm. I've been to his house a few times before so it's not a difficult path to wander.He'll help me get rid of the monotony. Of the black mop atop my head.
We're gonna wash away all the dark and replace it with something beautiful.
I throw open the door, grin sewn to my cheeks. "HEY ASSHO-," It's not Arsen that I see upon the couch but an older him. A father. Shit. "-h hey Mr. Rauv." I throw my hip against the door and try my best not to look like a total tool.