Stardust Is Golden, It Settles On Your Skin And You Shine With It. You Breathe It In, And Your Insides

* brighton rock prompts

brighton rock is a novel by graham greene. tw: suicide, murder, death. 

‘ it broke my heart. ’

‘ you think about it and you dream about it. ’

‘ this is my home. ’

‘ go on. eat.’

‘ give me a gun. ’

‘ take it or leave it. ’

‘ chocolates? ’

‘ help yourself, kid, if you’re hungry. ’ 

‘ meaning who? ’ 

‘ i’m all right. hungry. that’s all.’

‘ have you seen a doctor? ’

‘ you’re sick. ’

‘ i’ve got a headache. ’

‘ why don’t you leave me alone? ’

‘ i’m scared for you. ’

‘ we can talk there. ’

‘ i’m not sick. ’ 

‘ you call it being alone? ’

‘ why did they do it? ’

‘ i wish i’d killed myself. ’

‘ you want to lie down a bit and rest. ’

‘ wherever you go, i’ll go too. ’

‘ and if i don’t want to live… ’ 

‘ nobody asked questions. ’

‘ and how do you live now? ’

‘ that’s murder, too. ’   

‘ you look awful. ’  

‘ i want to lie down alone. ’  

‘ do they have sundaes? ’ 

‘ i know a good place. ’ 

‘ you better be. ’

‘ well, we’ll be safe now. ’ 

‘ mind if i sit down? ’        

‘ you wrote it, didn’t you. ’

‘ got a friend? ’

‘ you’ve got guts, haven’t you? ’ 

‘ give me time. ’

‘ why should that poor kid want to die? ’   

‘ you don’t want to leave me, do you? ’

‘ it sounds crazy. ’

‘ like we always was. ’

‘ i don’t know. i didn’t sleep last night.’

‘ i’ll go. i’m not scared. ’

‘ what are we going to do? ’

‘ i wanted some fresh air. ’ 

‘ that’s nothing. ’

‘ they’re all i’ve got. ’

‘ you’re all right. ’

‘ why, that’s a nice speech. ’

‘ i wouldn’t trust myself. ’ 

‘ what more can you do? ’

‘ it’s urgent. ’ 

‘ just wait awhile. ’

‘ i’ve got my friends. ’

‘ it’s dangerous. ’ 

‘ i’m going to die. i’m scared. ’ 

‘ but why? ’

‘ sometimes. ’

‘ i don’t want any trouble. ’

‘ we got scared for nothing. ’

‘ celebrate what? ’

‘ i know what love is. ’ 

‘ got the time? ’  

‘ come outside. ’

‘ i don’t smoke. ’

‘ a cheery soul. ’ 

‘ you’re too old for this life. ’ 

‘ don’t talk so much. ’

‘ you can’t miss it, can you? ’

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@grimesucker​:  ( x )

IT’S FINE - dox has spent his OWN time lying on the floor, a handful of various objects floating above him under the influence of his magic - a mushroom, a ball of moss, loose petals from a flower ; like a druidic mobile . the items remain floating even as dox turns attention towards shiro, returned from what was meant to be a simple errand run ;

                     “ s’okay. time is fake. it means nothing to the trees, it means nothing to me.                                                               —were you at the bakery again ?”

  padding across the room, eyes on the objects floating above dox, one of shiro’s ears simply twitches to acknowledge that he’s heard the response. ---THEN a half-second later, the question brings him to a screeching halt, his gaze snapping to dox, looking both STARTLED and perhaps a bit found out.

     ‘ what? --no. ’  the answer is immediate, and shiro internally curses himself for reacting on that denial instinct. it only makes him sound more guilty. in an effort to LESSEN his obviousness, he continues;  ‘ the bakery’s nowhere near where i had to go, why would i... ’

trailing off, allowing the words the HANG in the air like dox’s ball of moss, he realizes it’s no use. dox sees right through him and already knows that yes, he went to stare at the cute bakery boy again. conceding, though not without some embarrassed irritation, the werewolf puffs an exhale through his nose and moves to stand over the prone shaman, DROPPING a bundle of herbs onto his chest.

     ‘ --just take your coltsfoot. ’

shiro: *has a uc nickname dox gave him & everyone around them uses* also shiro, meeting someone new: hi i’m shiro

@purposeclaimed   /   fantasy sc.

     ‘ lance, ’  amusement is EASILY felt through telepathic connection, and almost visible in the puff of breath that rises in a thin cloud from the werewolf’s maw.  ‘ it’s not that cold. ’

  he can feel the small dragon burying himself DEEPER into the thick white fur of shiro’s neck and, while it’s funny, it seems a bit excessive. the snow is falling gently in TINY FLAKES, and none has yet to remain on the ground for long. it’s a little CHILLY, sure, but nothing a dragon shouldn’t be able to handle. picking his way carefully through the undergrowth, shiro shakes his head.

     ‘ you’re being overdramatic. ’

My heart will always be soft. I will never stop looking for the good and love in everything. You can’t take that away from me.

@grimesucker​ sent:  it's a MESS of a cake , too many layers that now threaten to TOPPLE---it's PRETTY otherwise aside from unsteady foundation , all fluffy cream & fresh fruits ; atop sit candles, a HAZARD in how they're alight, but dox doesn't seem CONCERNED about it---"c'mon, make a wish n' blow it out!" // think sleeping beauty cake..... shaman verse ??????

  belated birthday wishes

     “ oh my god. ”

  shiro LAUGHS at the sight of the cake, unable to help himself. it looks like it’s barely staying balanced and it might light the whole cottage  ( which is ALL WOOD, by the way )  on fire if they aren’t careful. he suspects there’s some magic at work to prevent this, but still.

     “ this is the most RIDICULOUS cake i’ve ever seen. and also the most amazing. ”

laughter still marks his voice, but now it’s more bewilderment than amusement. no one’s ever made him ANYTHING like this for his birthday; how long did dox spend baking this and topping it? clearly so much work has been put into it and, for some reason, it’s all been done for HIM. it’s... maybe it’s silly, but it makes emotions of all sorts pile into his chest.

watching the flickering lights of the candles atop the CAKE MOUNTAIN, he takes a moment to think. make a wish? there’s nothing he needs to wish for, everything is already good  ---  he’s HAPPY, even if there are still some struggles he’s working though, and he wouldn’t change a thing about his life the way it is now.

i want things to stay like this, he thinks to himself, stepping up to the cake. breath drawn, the candles are all blown out in one go and shiro still has a BROAD smile on his face as he leans back, gaze turning to dox.

     “ you really didn’t have to go to this much trouble. ...but since you did, i think we should have a couple of big slices RIGHT NOW. ”

Someone asks if you’re ok. The words don’t make sense. You ask them to repeat themselves. Someone asks if you’re ok. The words don’t make sense.

@grimesucker​ sent:  “ you didn’t outgrow your misery , you grew into it ” ,,,, samsara @ shiro ,,,,

cursed suggestion   ☆☆   accepting!!

  drawn to a pause by the words, shiro doesn’t look up from the files he’s been organizing for dox’s-- samsara’s-- office. the hell is THAT supposed to mean, that he grew into his misery? that it never left him and instead he... adapted and changed to fit into it? that in the misery of being sent from his home to the TRASHCAN of the city, he slowly became one of the very slumrats he’d been forced to join in the undercity?

  ---actually, as weird as the statement of dox’s is, it’s... not inaccurate. even beyond the more obvious example of it, there was the misery of dox ABANDONING him that had resulted in him putting his everything into  { black bracket }. that had molded him further, made him into who he is NOW. and it had eventually led to him and dox reconciling, to running the gang together.

his misery is still there, but now more of a WEAPON than a WEAKNESS.

     “ guess so, ”  he finally replies, exhaling a low breath that sounds somewhat like a chuckle. adjusting the stack of papers, shiro then turns to the other, the small bit of a smile at his lips rather wry.  “ but i think the same could be said of YOU. ”