Split Stones :: [ Day 3 // Lex + Denali + Minx ]
Nov 15, 2018 17:45:32 GMT -5
Post by L△LIA on Nov 15, 2018 17:45:32 GMT -5
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picking at our souls like we didn’t know
just like we were only playing with the sound
just like we were only playing with the sound
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"You hold it like... I don’t know, you just hold it. That’s not important." Denali grips a steak knife in her fist, fingers vice-tight around the handle with obvious frustration over... URGH! She doesn’t even know and she definitely doesn’t care, that’s for sure. Boys are stupid and it was right for her to throw kitchen knives at them. She doesn’t know why she stopped. Piss Bo—
Pars—
That guy definitely deserv—
Clutching the knife so hard that her fingernails begin digging into her palm, Denali’s nostrils flare as she pushes a deep, hellfire breath out through her nose. (Breathe all of the bullshit out and allow only the positive energy of the world back in.) "What’s important is that you have to really think about what you hate most in the world, and then," pulling her arm back, she hurls the knife into the bowed trunk of one of the palm trees they’ve parked the RLS Trolley Problem beneath, "this motion starts to pull it loose. It starts in your chest and whips it up into your arm and right on out through the knife. Wham bam thank you, ma’am! Just like that. Totally simple." She doesn’t talk about how the hatred might take up a home in the walls the knives are thrown into, hissing at her in the dark, because it’s always going to live somewhere. She doesn’t mention that this tree will be forever haunted by thoughts about how Parson Cham is a half-baked stupidhead who should —
(Now exhale all of the fucked up, parasitic crap that wants to steal your soul and think about sunshine and baby ducks and créme brûlée. Accept only thoughts that bring joy to your heart.)
Denali looks over at Lex and grins. The blonde seems skeptical of her methods, to say the least, but in a hellhole like this the promise of distraction is difficult to turn down. Neither of them want to think about how they’re both pretty sure some girl just died, torn apart by the allies of the boys Lex and Denali were engaged in a skirmish with. Neither of them want to think about their district partners. Home is too far away to feel so close just by catching a glimpse of a near-stranger’s face and so it's important to find something else to hold onto — be it the hilt of a steak knife or the reassurance of someone who's actually willing to stand by your side... even if they're a little cracked in the head, offering up a bread knife as if it's a reasonable option for throwing practice. "Now you try."
Pars—
That guy definitely deserv—
Clutching the knife so hard that her fingernails begin digging into her palm, Denali’s nostrils flare as she pushes a deep, hellfire breath out through her nose. (Breathe all of the bullshit out and allow only the positive energy of the world back in.) "What’s important is that you have to really think about what you hate most in the world, and then," pulling her arm back, she hurls the knife into the bowed trunk of one of the palm trees they’ve parked the RLS Trolley Problem beneath, "this motion starts to pull it loose. It starts in your chest and whips it up into your arm and right on out through the knife. Wham bam thank you, ma’am! Just like that. Totally simple." She doesn’t talk about how the hatred might take up a home in the walls the knives are thrown into, hissing at her in the dark, because it’s always going to live somewhere. She doesn’t mention that this tree will be forever haunted by thoughts about how Parson Cham is a half-baked stupidhead who should —
(Now exhale all of the fucked up, parasitic crap that wants to steal your soul and think about sunshine and baby ducks and créme brûlée. Accept only thoughts that bring joy to your heart.)
Denali looks over at Lex and grins. The blonde seems skeptical of her methods, to say the least, but in a hellhole like this the promise of distraction is difficult to turn down. Neither of them want to think about how they’re both pretty sure some girl just died, torn apart by the allies of the boys Lex and Denali were engaged in a skirmish with. Neither of them want to think about their district partners. Home is too far away to feel so close just by catching a glimpse of a near-stranger’s face and so it's important to find something else to hold onto — be it the hilt of a steak knife or the reassurance of someone who's actually willing to stand by your side... even if they're a little cracked in the head, offering up a bread knife as if it's a reasonable option for throwing practice. "Now you try."
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