how many fresh starts & clean slates do i have to claim before i feel like myself? what does ‘wholesome’ feel like, and what is it like to have a consistent perception of yourself? i feel normal for the first time in a long time but give it a few hours & something will bounce me back.
DATE: SEPTEMBER FIRST LOCATION: DUNGEONS//(wherever the slytherins are relocated???) DETAILS/STATUS: caneither take place shortly before the Great Squid attacks or during the rescue or literally whenever. (Open to Slytherins/all!)
If he was a portrait, if anybody had been looking at him, there would have been a comment on the irregularity.
There was too much negative space in the composition. There was something missing and it threw the picture off-balance.
The seat beside him was empty and his chin tilted towards it, like he yearned for it to be filled.
He didn’t, of course, but that was the nature of things. If they would only look closer, they would see the truth.
In this light, he looked green almost- as if a thin patina was creeping across his skin. It suited him.
(( Perhaps, the thought flitted across a casual observer’s mind from across the room, he was a tin man. He most certainly had no heart.
If he did, he would have been shaking. He would have been afraid. The looming cloud of all that had happened and also what was to come threatened to thunder, burst lightning and drench his rusted parts, but Abraxas was indifferent to it.
Abraxas, that careless Golden prince, coiled within himself, pictured flames, at once, kiss and consume. He saw others get caught in it, dance that wild and writhing whirl, trying to stamp it out, fearing the burn. Was it altruistic of him that he waited for them to be saved? Or was it conniving, because he was watching them suffer?
The world he knew was crumbling, the glazed exteriors turning damp with mold and decay.
He was affected same as everyone else, but he did not, could not find it within himself react to it. He stood his ground in the midst of all it, letting the flame lick his fingertips, crawling up his spine. He merely waited for the other shoe to drop, stayed within his crystal castle and watched everything else shatter around him.
That was his missing piece. What he yearned for. In the negative of the photograph one might have taken of him in that moment, one could practically see it. The companion you could trace out was not a person, but a parasite (but who would say that it was not lovely?)
The raze- it corrupted, it burrowed in, it spread. Abraxas loved it so dearly. If it were to happen like this, Abraxas wanted that infection to rot them all, ruin the world they all lived in. He wanted it to weed through those bastards and teach them weakness and pain.
He and Destruction made quite a pair in that corner. His chin tilted upwards only to drink his fill of it. If he had known better, he would’ve taken one bitter sip and stopped. But he didn’t and, more importantly, he couldn’t anyways. He wanted to add it to his hoard and he didn’t care about the consequences. Like Gertrude, he drank that poisoned goblet to excess, toasted demise.
When he felt the presence of a person suddenly appear next to him, Abraxas felt his muscles tense and the air around him clear. His lungs cleared of smoke and his chest began to move again. His eyes trailed to the ceiling as if he were waiting for it to shake. Wrought to life by the presence of humanity, he offered the closest thing to comfort he could.
“Surely, you’ve read the stories. You know all that Scylla entails,” he placed his index and middle fingers at the top of his thigh and walked them down to his knees. They hovered for a moment, before they toppled off the leg of his trousers, collapsed at his side, “we will never know what Charybdis would have taken in its stead.”
things/tropes(?) I’ve noticed abt my ocs: all femme (in anatomy), either big boobs or almost non-existent.. no in between, rly shitty men in their lives at some point (it’s almost never the women who fuck them up), no preference on s.o. gender (usually…), mental problems of some sort, freckles (i love them), noticeable hips, kissable lips, long & wavy/curly/fluffy hair, ?????? I’m prob missing a bunch lol
I haven’t looked at it for like two months and I’m like six episodes behind on critrole but goddammit I’ve decided I’m going to finish my fic about Kaylie bc I just love Kaylie Shorthalt too much for it to not exist