ares moore / d2 cb (fin)
Jan 1, 2018 3:02:16 GMT -5
Post by napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. on Jan 1, 2018 3:02:16 GMT -5
Ares Moore
I am unstable. A hurricane for a heart, a starlit sea for a body and comets coursing through my veins, unbound by gravity. I’m supposed to be holy—a force of nature. Instead, I’m a bloodied disaster. Someone who breaks the heads of my sister’s dolls, occasionally smokes a puff or two, and been associated with a couple of street-fights that my parents clean-up using their jars of coins. They have a lot of that, materials, but they’re deprived of souls. Sins of the parents—or something along the line—fall on us, kids. And, we don’t have the strength to uphold the burden so we fall, knees bruised and arms flailing. This is my catastrophe of a life’.
