papermoon262  asked:

"Go away! I don’t ever want to see you again!” Ari x Eze

The screen was brightly lit, two figures screaming dramatically at one another until voices sounded raw and one went a bit too far and then the ultimate line, the most cliche one sounded through Eze’s ridiculous surround sound system.

“Go away! I don’t ever want to see you again!”  

I snorted as she ran with practiced drama, hair moving in luscious waves, heals clicking rhythmically and not harshly at all. There was no true hurt in her posture, only the look of an actress trying to play sad while pretty. 

Ez tsk’ed, fingers tapping against the cup of Coke in his hand. 

“Seriously, what the hell is wrong with these movie dudes?” He turned, dark eyes confused and amused as I sipped from the cup n’ straw filled with O neg. The sweet, sweet ecstasy started at the tip of my tongue and caressed down my throat. I licked my lips, blood staining my tongue and he shook his head. “They’re a bunch of pendejos.” 

“This is the first full movie I’ve watched in a year, Ez, how the hell should I know.” 

His brow furrowed like he forgot. He’d forgotten his closest friend since he’d gone to LA has lived completely beneath a cliff of rocks and boulders and dirt and blood. 


“Right, well, this Lifetime bullshit wasn’t what I had in mind anyway. Let’s watch The Crow.”

“Let me guess, there’s a crow?” My voice was dull, empty, and from the tick in his jaw, I knew he fought off the roll of his eyes and a slap to the knee. Instead, he wound his arm around my shoulders, squeezing tightly and tapping his clawed nails against my bare arm. 

“Okay, Aracelia, okay.” 


Feigning silence
tragic loss
what was next to
what was supposed to be?

Anywhere in-between
I would be
in the garden of your sweet ecstasy.
The only place worth being
is to be near in what was hope of
finding you again.

I’m a fool for lost beliefs
can’t comprehend, can’t muster up a
coherent thought.
The only thing that was running inside my head was


And this is how it ends
A petri dish blur between
fantasy and reality.
I should have know from the start
that you can’t predict The end.