· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) ·

[hobbitholmes]

call me out
· winter 2020 ·

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

Comments

[pionero]

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?

[brickinthewall]

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.