unchanged
Description
░ unchanged
because I know you'll never change inside
“porcelain-pale skin, arched lips and tousled hair the shade of a charred Autumn leaf” another shot at the transcedent, and what could be and isn’t, fantasial wonderings when there’s clearly more else to do but can’t be done. where physical changes don’t change the internal, where turbulence can rip apart even the soul of an animal. cold, unfeeling - can it be melted? black velvet - can it bloom? our second exo-shot, one of the unorthodox and whatever lies beyond generic, where two who aren’t meant to be are, where everything goes right when it should go wrong. a story of opposites, human fear and fauve. inspired by raw feline power, yellow eyes in dark nights as haunting as intangible ghostly breeze.
warning. some gore, grossprose; nothing a seasoned pair of eyes cannot handle.
Foreword
So when he feels his blood turn to water and his steps quicken, there is no second thought as the velvet swallows his being and his vision refocuses into a sharper distillation of the tremors of life. Fauve, wild, expressional - he revels in the tread of the leaves underfoot, sounding richer than they did before the Changing. He sees the Spirit of everything in that little glade, throbbing and tripping and dancing in little whispers of gold, buzzing to a stop as a small life ends in the dense carpet of leaves and another begins somewhere halfway up a bronzed redwood.
pomegranates can talk!
it’s somewhat addictive to write about what we can’t have; the rush of being able to do whatever, create whatever with just the press of a finger and two or three more. here we give you the result of this mindless finger-pressing, another attempt at the supernatural that obviously retains our signature mediocrity but hopefully is an improvement nevertheless. as normal, please do leave a comment after the read!
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