Oblivion's Return

yesterday, i dived back into a world of many years. a world shared with a longtime friend, j. she is every bit as skilled of a storyteller as she was in the past.

our friends and i returned to the world of oblivion, where the characters all lived together in a castle and had numerous adventures. realities were suspended for hours, as if we were indulging in a movie marathon. i will always treasure our times together...

anyway. drabble i've written is behind the cut.
nothing really... just flowing forward from my mood.

Nothing Lasts Forever

“I’m with someone already, thanks.”

I backed away from the dark-haired man. His cold glare caused me to shiver. Those piercing eyes were like ice chips, so unlike the warm eyes Lukas had, which were filled with depth and emotion. They were truly opposite extremes, night and day.

He grabbed me. His voice was soft, but the underlying menace was unmistakable.

“It wasn’t a question,” he said simply. “You’re coming with me.”

“But the party—”

“Fuck the party.”

I choked on air as the grip around my arm tightened. He was undoubtedly stronger than me and capable of overpowering me easily if I refused to obey. I nodded feebly and he seemed satisfied. He promptly released me. 

I trailed behind him as we left the banquet hall, a feeling of dread sinking into my stomach. Where was Lukas? Surely he would be able to spring me from this situation! I peered around, but the blond was nowhere to be seen.

We stopped in front of an elegantly embroidered door, which was opened for us by a butler stationed nearby. Gloved white hands neatly produced a key which unlocked access to the room. Nero wasted no time in stepping inside. I hesitated, glancing back down the corridor for any sign of salvation.

No luck.

The butler quickly ushered me inside, possibly in fear of his master’s disapproval. The final ‘click’ of the door as it swung closed again seemed to signify my fate. There was no way I could slip away discreetly now…

Nero slid off his jacket, setting it on the back of a delicately carved chair that looked very costly, as did everything else in the house. He turned to me and motioned for me to come closer. I tentatively stepped forward, reluctant to leave my spot by the door.

“Don’t be afraid,” he said, in an eerily soft voice. “Come here.”

Every word was coated in honey. There was no telling what his intentions were when he used a voice like this; he could have been confessing his utmost affections or whispering words into a victim’s ear after having stabbed them. I wouldn’t put the latter past him.

He was a dangerous man. I could only wonder what he wanted with me.

New Hope

i can't help the way my mind keeps sinking into depths where i feel nothing matters. i struggle a lot with my mood and thoughts these days, but i suppose everyone does. i'm more vocal about it, because i'm largely a "center of attention" type of woman.

or maybe not everyone feels that way, and i'm wrong.

Moonlight Heart

promises of friday night fun never fails to bring me to the places where the animals go. all i can say is that this week, i've been "all play" and have been jammed in this mode for too long.

anyone's embrace could feel that way. 
anyone's kiss could feel that way. 
a topic being explored quite extensively.

what means something to me?
friends, family. food. jesus. (jesus should be first but hey, does that even have to be said?) but all-in-all, maybe the reason i'm so flexible is because i stand for nothing. i'm 'okay' with a lot of things... you can if you want to. do you want to do this? i assume that's why you brought me here...

does anyone refuse? hardly anyone refuses temptation.
so what does that make me?

a silly girl with musings.

people care about me; to what extent doesn't matter. i feel their love like a buoy, keeping me afloat in a sea of mundaneness. what scares me is how little anything means to me these days. my body, my feelings, my decisions. none of it matters because everything decays from the moment we set eyes on it. a toxic mindset i can't discard, yet.

Drift Away

i have a bad habit of rushing out and finding things. i went looking for what i wanted, and i found it. i always do. i even found a surprise around the corner. dragged into the high, thrust into the haze, dazed, a desire permeating from my mind like sweat through my pores. the life i chose. because i don't know how to live any other way.

a boy with dark hair, stricken with internal struggles. his dark eyes hidden by the flutter of his eyelids as he kissed me. it hurt; he hurt me. i knew from the dull pain in my chest as i struggled to convince myself that nothing mattered. but it did. it mattered because i wanted. but i could see through his lies. so i walked away.