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Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 9, 2015 16:01:18 GMT
some days I am a god of thunder lifting cats
some days I walk nine paces
turn and fall
walk nine paces turn and fall
I die every single time a logical person in his position is sitting in his rat hole of an apartment, sipping hot water tea and wondering how to pay the rent. but here he is, sitting in an overpriced, overrated club knocking back hard liquor as diligently as an apple picking nerd. he feels as if someone's pulled the nails out of his door and lost a sense of direction. if he reminds unhinged like this, it's likely things will definitely start fucking up. he winks at the bartender and doesn't think of luca for once. isn't he blessed? he's sure that prick doesn't want to see him right now anyway, as sure that he is that penguins can't fly. the bartender's wordless rejection flies past his head as he watches the man wipe wine glasses with a cloth. and he sighs. he runs his hand through his hair and it falls out of place just a little bit. he tries to clear a spot in his mind for thoughts that won't numb him, but it's futile. @tara LAIKA OF GS! |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 4:13:35 GMT
tara weaves through the crowd like butter, minus the mess. it goes without saying that she'd rather not leave a trail, because that was how shit caught up to you. and if there was anything she'd learned from montreal, it was that dealing with it is a bigger headache than ignoring it is. she slides into the seat next to nathan, orders something dark and strong. it's then that she turns back to him, looking him eye to eye with a deciding look, setting her hands in her lap. "open or closed?" she asks, hand flicking to his hair to fix a stray lock. NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 10, 2015 17:06:26 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 10, 2015 17:06:26 GMT
he looks lazily at the voice. his arms are slouching on the bar table, threatening to topple his drink, but he pays it no mind. his eyes don't quite leave her, only to trail down to her hands and her lap. it looks as if he's contemplating something serious, but he's not in the right mind to think of anything tangible right now.
tara's touch is soft and comforting, even if for a fleeting moment. she doesn't exactly repulse him, after all. the low lights are doing her more than several favours. he ignores it.
"you do whatever you like anyway." he pretends he understands. he's good at it, he thinks, as he wets his lips with a bit of alcohol.
@tara
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Mar 10, 2015 17:40:27 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 17:40:27 GMT
"you're full of shit." she says, wearing a fake, cocky grin. the moment passes and her drink is on the counter, and she holds up a finger in pause while she takes a hearty and unladylike sip. she sets the cup down and spreads her arms wide, over the counter on her left, in someone's way on the right. "open." she wraps them around her body tight, hands reaching around her sides to grab at her back. "closed." she sets her elbows on the counter and gives nathan a look. "i read it online somewhere. psychology or something." to make her sound philosophical, interesting. to counteract the dull, boring ache. "what are you doing here?" her cup is crystal and tiny rainbows, soft lighting and dark circles. she idly plays with a coaster but doesn't put it under her cup. NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 10, 2015 17:50:13 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 10, 2015 17:50:13 GMT
"shit so good you'll be lapping it off the floor." he comments with broken laughter. still, he watches her with a look of confusion, and so does the bartender.
"...the fuck was that?" he almost finishes his whole drink in one go. "if you're trying to be clever, keep trying."
as if he was a cat waiting for the right moment to strike at the birds on the brick wall, nathan suddenly reaches and plucks the coaster right out of her hand. he sets it down in front of him instead and orders another drink.
"drinking my life away, what else?" he shrugs, and he feels the dizziness edging to his head, smoothing all the creases out of the image in front of him. everything now looks softer, kinder.
"you're doin' pretty well, aren't you?"
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Mar 10, 2015 18:39:10 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 18:39:10 GMT
"i don't wanna answer that." she frowns at the missing coaster, downs the rest of her drink and making a face briefly because it tasted like rocket fuel. she sets the empty thing upside down and looks away. "depends, probably." we're all a little bit fucked up."shouldn't you be writing music?" she raises an eyebrow in mock consideration. "be the new eminem, nathan. not the hero he need, but the hero we deserve."NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 10, 2015 18:47:47 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 10, 2015 18:47:47 GMT
he shrugs at that too. if he knows tara's heart, it has a little bit of everything. her heart was like glitter; it just goes all over the place.
"are you trying to convince a penguin to try and fly, miss coleman?" he laughs airily, but sighs. "i'm not about to die tryin'." he swirls his new drink around and tries to think up metaphors. he smells perfume instead.
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Mar 10, 2015 19:08:34 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 19:08:34 GMT
she laughs, though it's more of a short burst of air through her nose. "not a penguin. penguins like being with other penguins. y'know, sharing." she slides the coaster back over the counter to her side, spilling some of his drink over her fingers. she laps at her fingertips and swirls the coaster on the counter with the other. "maybe you're like," she pauses thoughtfully, "a wolf. wait, no, too mysterious. help me out here."NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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Mar 10, 2015 19:20:36 GMT
Post by NATHAN SAUNDERS on Mar 10, 2015 19:20:36 GMT
"you're funny." but he can't quite laugh, since all of a sudden the lights look funny to him, and it's a sign for him to mull over her words as carefully as he can. it's hard liquor, so it's no surprise the world looks like a photogram filter upside down doing cartwheels. so finally, he laughs breathlessly, almost dragging the glass off the bar table and onto the floor, but stopping half way, to pick up the last drop.
it's hard to think, it's hard to speak, but his heart isn't heavy anymore. that's all that really matters. he breathes slowly. in. out. in. out.
he turns to her suddenly, and a free hand brushes strands of hair out of her face. he runs his fingers through her hair, and they are golden weaves underneath the light. how long has it been. how long?
"at least... you're not a wolf." he smiles to himself. "yo...u can't be a wolf." his head dips, and the glass is returned to the table as he's now bracing it.
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Mar 10, 2015 19:49:00 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 19:49:00 GMT
tara has half a mind to answer, but she stills when nathan touches her hair. sometimes it's hard for to her to draw the line between romantic and platonic advances, and this is one of those times. but she doesn't really care — and these days, when does she? — so she lets him. she puts a hand on the side of his face, rubs her thumb under his cheek. "you're drunk." she states matter-of-factly, with little more weight than commenting on the weather. "but you're okay, yeah?" she slides away from the counter and tugs his arm. "c'mon, nath." i'm bored, you're here, do something with me.NATHAN SAUNDERS |
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