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𝓼𝓽π“ͺ𝓻𝓼. ([personal profile] hobbitholmes) wrote in [community profile] synthneon2020-01-05 04:51 pm

Β· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) Β·

call me out
Β· winter 2020 Β·
Neon on black top, there's gentle rain downtown.
The shadow pooling underneath me, as it follows on the ground.



❚ PICK A MUSE FROM HERE
❚ WRITE THE NAME IN THE SUBJECT
❚ SEPARATE SECTION FOR VOICE TESTING
❚ ___new cmo out in a few months
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[personal profile] brickinthewall 2020-04-05 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Just 'cause you got a dash of cayenne don't mean you a spicy dish, you know what I'm saying?

[She knows she's hallucinating. Bleeding, they called it. She saw some of those sequences constantly. Sometimes they tried to protect her, sometimes they tried to hurt her. It's always a toss-up.]

And you don't go telling the dead where to haunt. [She grins, huge, nearly predatory, sure that her canines are really tiger fangs.] You tell the living to curse someone else. And I know where the hexers are.

[Her green eyes flicker up, to the cameras, and then beyond, to a blank wall.]

What's it called when the witch you burn burns you back?
Edited 2020-04-05 04:31 (UTC)
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[personal profile] pionero 2020-04-05 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Unfortunately.

[ It isn't that hard to follow what she means - just how she says it. Then again, the criminal life has led Cal to run into all sorts of life. If anything it is reminding him of how junkies are. ]

I'm pretty sure our ancestors don't give a shit about it being rude who they are haunting.

[ If anything? Agulair seemed grumpy about it all the damn time. ]

Revenge?
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[personal profile] brickinthewall 2020-04-09 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Justice.

[But they were only just a few murders apart, weren't they? An ounce of blood is all it takes for an act of justice to trip into an act of revenge.]

No one in my brain is my ancestor. [She mimes drawing a bow, perfectly, muscles tensing, vision sharpening, silence of the forests ringing in her ears.] But they got some neat tricks. [Her fingers loosen the invisible arrow, and she could almost see it, the cracks in the wall from the tip of a poisoned head.]

Robin Hood was real, you know. Not totally like the stories, but he was real.

[Her arms come down.]

I killed Julius Caesar. I escaped my father and my arranged marriage. I sank my ship and died in the sea crawling for El Dorado. I murdered Marie Antoinette. I spied for the allies and I was executed as a traitor.

[Despite herself... she laughs. Bleakly. Hollowly.]

And they all think I'm a dumb blonde.