powder fever
11-26-2016, 02:11 PM
| His insides hurt. Everything about him hurts or aches or something else... something else and strangely it is. There's something else about the way that he feels. The cold makes him feel more like a man than anything he's felt in ages. More than ages. Ice fills the hollow places, the things that he hasn't been able to think and the things he'd... right. Push those thoughts away. Poser needed to not give them heed, not anymore. Fresh snow falls lightly from the sky, dusting the ground around the ancient trees. He loves these trees. They feel like they have stories to tell. Chaos makes him feel alive, makes him feel real. Chaos isn't a pit. Chaos is the thing that brings him to his feet. Oh yes he is so real, and there was something in him that would wrap around it and take it in. So pure and sweet it was, resting in his mouth. Chaos and fresh powder, Poser finds himself... playing. What a thought. He was playing in the snow and living in color. Yet everything was black and white and all the things between. How beautiful could he manage to feel. Fresh snow around his shoulders, Poser seems to dance. It's absolute and it's fantastic. He's fantastic. There's nothing that can stop him tonight, the night bright in his presence. A young god. Always a young god. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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