literal night

*Poser* · 09-27-2016, 01:28 PM

In the darkness his body doesn't end at its edges, instead it sits bleeding out into a comfortable unknown. This is why Poser likes coming out at night so much. This is why he prefers it. This is why he's out at night, on his own, and loving it. It's bright and beautiful and so is he. A silver halo around his ghostly figure in the darkness. Nights like this, he could keep them forever. These were the ones that Poser lives over and over, these are the ones that feel bright and beautiful no matter what. He's always beautiful of course. The ghost, though, is real in the night time. He's alive right now, and he feels so lovely.

The creature across the clearing, plain, drab creature. The ghost doesn't pay her any mind, simply goes back to browsing his herbs. Poser is longing for the sweet release that comes from Kava high. He's hungry for it, he's starving for it. Yes, he would indulge tonight. All it would take was a little luck, a little trust in himself. A little trust in the herbs. That wasn't so hard, now was it? Rare herbs, you see, are a little hard to find. Still, his eyes are trained and the want is there. The Russian man can smell it somewhere, not too far off. Garden of the gods, garden of the dogs. He plucks another ripe blackberry, allowing the dark juice to coat his teeth like blood. Much richer, much darker. Hell, it was Poser personified. He chuckles to himself.

Vain. Always vain. There's nothing that comes close to his vanity, all high head and sapphire eyes. Poser is nothing before he is beautiful, and he always tries to ensure that remains true. The pigeon of a creature calls out, and Poser's elegant head lifts for a moment. Had to be polite, had to be personable. That was the only way to build an empire. His voice is feminine, accent playing with his words as he speaks.
"Step into the garden child, the plants won't bite." Not the ones here, at least. Poser hadn't yet found carnivorous plants anywhere other than the forest that smelled of dragon's blood. The shadow looks as if he's nearly folded in half, the way he looks over his shoulder. Sapphire eyes glimmering in the low light, he's striking as ever.
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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