#thinking he doesnt actually see sliske but almost feels him? but thinks its the hotel

[chateautangerine]

@ohshadow asked: 009.   a run-down (or abandoned) motel room .lost in the tangerine while talking heads’ once in a life time is playing. probably. and you may ask yourself, "well, how did I get here?" :)c 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 (accepting)

A piano twinkles. 

A feeling hangs like legs from a gallow. The rug muffles his footsteps. Floorboards whinny beneath. Here, music drones long and slow and keening, and it moans the way a song oozes down the cold linoleum floors of an abandoned home, the building entirely alone. The building entirely jilted. 

He turns the corner of the hallway. The music shifts.

He returns to the start of it.

Lost. Watched. Something settles within the gaps of his spine. Cliff catches himself in the passing mirrors, his reflections turning just a second too late before dimming black, and too much and too little swirls in his brain to resolve into anything so distinct as words. The lights behind go off with every step. Talking Heads croons distorted.

“You're playing with me, aren't you?” he wonders delicately and to no one, maybe the air. The hotel itself. He lays a hand gingerly against a wall, and the mouth of the shadow looms behind him. It waits. “I'm scared" —Cliff looks around, face unchanging— "and I don't want to be alone."