#addictedtouselesswords

[flaxgolden]

Closed || addictedtouselesswords

Meet new friends, she said. Leave the house and do things, she said.

When he’d received that advice, he hadn’t counted on a new friend being an archaeologist that insisted on bringing him along to a dig. And he certainly hadn’t counted on being captured by some strange cult worshipers at said dig as a sacrifice to the... what had they called it? The Zoa? 

Well, now Gavin was sitting in the dark, hands bound by crude rope in front of him, as he looked at a doorway flickering with firelight. The door behind him, leading out into the night air and freedom, was bolted and locked. Terrified, he crept to the doorway, expecting perhaps some sort of chanting ritual, or maybe even a burning crucifix or something just as occult. 

Instead, he was met with rows and rows of statues of human figures. There were representations of every body type, every facial feature known to the human race, and no figure was the same. The only things they had in common was 1) they were all completely nude, and 2) they were unquestionably, unbelievably, irrevocably beautiful. Braziers and torches stood at perfect intervals, to give each statue just the right amount of gentle, wavering light. It almost made them look alive. 

For the moment, Gavin forgot about his predicament, and simply wandered over soft, ornamental rugs, gazing awestruck at the statues.

[andfury]

[MSG]:What do you see in that guy?

Jealous messages

To [Big Brother Alert]: .... What guy? I don’t know what you mean. 

To [Big Brother Alert]: What even is a guy? Heck if I know.

[bespectacledxpumpkinfaced-blog]

throwing more stuff at addictedtouselesswords

Once a year came a day of normalcy.  Once a year on that same ill-fated day somehow emerged a cause to celebrate.

‘My favorite day,’ the little girl had declared time and time again. After all, she was already latched to Quentin the second she woke up, bursting into her parents’ room. Shreve was grateful it wasn't an hour earlier. That would have been hard to explain.

“18 hours to go.” Shreve mused.

[atoughlittleguy-blog]

@addictedtouselesswords

Trumpets blared and the doors were puelled open, revealing the majesty and splendor of the three members of the royal family. The queen smiled at all the nobles in the hall, while the Crown Prince seemed to be enchanting all the ladies and princesses. They strode down the hall, taking their places at the end of the room. The king watched the doors for a moment just as the trumpets ended their fanfare, and leaned over to a servant. Guards quickly started pushing the doors closed before a quick, small, "WAIT!" stopped them. A boy in plain brown decorated with the royal family's heraldry limped in as fast as he could, his crutch tapping against the polished floors. He rushed over to the king and queen as fast as he could, executing a hasty bow before meaning to sit in the fourth throne. The king stood up and the boy hastily backed away, slipping away to stand with the servants. The nobles looked at each other. Who had that been?

[cashbundren]

For @addictedtouselesswords

Cash leaned against his crutches heavily in the blaring summer heat.  He felt his sweat trickle down the stump of his leg, soaking the bottom of his pants that had been pinned up.  Of course itching it would only cause him to lose balance.

He counted as he often did to work through the tickling sensation, to focus his mind elsewhere.

One.  Two.  Three. Four.  Five. Si-

His internal counting was cut off when he saw him.  His first thought was “Vardaman” but then he noticed the yellow haired child wasn’t his brother.  Far from it.

He accidentally dropped one of the crutches.

THUD.

“I’m sorry, there.  Didn’t mean to frighten you none.”

His voice was methodical, slow, as if he thought out each word before speaking.

[flaxgolden]

" You're so cute... You'd look even cuter sprawled out in my bed. "

He giggled, bringing a hand to the other’s chin. “I’m already in your bed, Luvah,” he said, smiling.

[bespectacledxpumpkinfaced-blog]

Starting one for addictedtouselesswords

“You never told me you  lived in a crumbling mansion.” Shreve whispered, holding the younger of the two children, about a couple years old, in an arm and allowing the elder to stand between him and Quentin. “What do I say even?”

The door opened and a rather lean teenaged boy stood on the other side. And for once in his life, Shreve was speechless and looked at the ghost beside him.

[andfury]

♪

Send a “♪” for the Muse to sing part of a song the Mun has recently listened to.

“Well maybe I am a crook for stealing your heart away. Yeah, maybe I am a crook for not caring for it. Yeah, maybe I’m a bad, bad, bad, bad person. Well, baby I know.”

It was supposed to be sweet and soft and lilting, but being used as it was for Caddy’s purposes of ignoring her brother’s ceaseless scolding, the song sounded loud and blunt and maybe a little angry. She was doing her best to drown him out.

[armedbatallion-blog]

@addictedtouselesswords

“But that’s preposterous.”

[flaxgolden]

" Come here. Sit down. " Except he's not pointing at the seat next to him - but rather his own lap.

Gavin blushed a bit, but came at his lover’s call and sat in his lap, kissing his cheek.

[alwaysabxtch]

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“Do you have to go to college?”

Jason didn’t often talk to Quentin.  The teenaged boy shifted in place slightly.  The initial pang in his chest was jealousy.  But Quentin was older and had to go to school first anyway.

Besides, he had the job at the bank lined up.

But a part of him didn’t want Quentin to leave.  Caddy was already pregnant. Benjy was Benjy. With Quentin at college that left Jason.

Alone.

[nonstcparchive-blog]

My name's Anti and I have way too many muses and it's a problem.

i bet i have more muses than u anti

[andfury]

TOp of head, Cheek, Shoulder, Wrist

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affectionCheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/DevotionShoulder: Worry/Concern for other/FearWrist: Fear of losing you

“Poor Quentin,” she mumbled affectionately, though there was a distance between them that even that gesture couldn’t fully traverse. “Poor Quentin, getting all worked up again. Hush now, it’s alright. I’m not going anywhere.”

She spread her arms wide, inviting him to hug her the way that a mother might with a child when she sees they are upset but have the mystic adult knowledge that their worries are meaningless.

[flaxgolden]

@addictedtouselesswords

Gavin didn't even bother to knock. He pressed his head against Luvah’s door producing a soft thud. His thoughts were racing, and he didn’t want them to be. They gave away too much information for his liking.

After a moment, he reached over and pressed the doorbell. 

[bespectacledxpumpkinfaced-blog]

addictedtouselesswords

By blood, they were Shreve’s.  How he managed to nicely ask some poor girl to sleep with him and give him a bastard on two separate occasions was beyond his grasp of understanding.  Peter was conceived after Shreve and the familiar ghostly being had a long talk.  Annie was conceived out of a desire for a younger sibling to an older brother.  Shreve sensed why.

By blood they were Shreve’s and love, too.  He had a feeling that Quentin was the more emotionally adept one.

But then Peter and Annie came home with drawings of the family.  Their ghostly, not quite traditional family.

“So how do we approach this situation?”