literal night

*Poser* · 09-30-2016, 02:58 PM

Poser is art. There's no way of selling himself short over it, he's fucking art. I mean. He is art. He could also fuck art if need be. Or if the mood struck him. He likes that, it makes him feel a little better about himself. It's easier that way. He's always going to work to feel okay about himself, and that's always going to take work. Shit would always hit the fan when he least expected it, blah, blah, blah. There's a lot of that ticking past in his head. Poser is ticking past his own head, and that feels fucking strange. Everything feels strange. He is strange, after all.

The shadow feels so much better as the oils begin to sink into his system, to take effect. It feels so much more lovely, and he's nearly melting into a puddle. Oh god, the borzoi rests down on himself, feeling the sensation of nearly melting into the floor take him over. Ah yes, how it would all take him over. He was so happy about it, so, so happy. So much happier than he has been, even sitting next to this pigeon of a girl. She was a nice enough pigeon after all. Yes, nice enough, kind enough. She'd been so kind and friendly. Aeru. The name had tasted funny in his mouth but he'd let it happen. He would allow it. Poser wouldn't...er... disallow it. Right. All was well, all was bright and beautiful. Poser feels fantastic where he is, laying about in the grass, in the dark.

As his pigeon asks her question, he nods slowly. "Sure is. Do you like it?" He feels a bit like the caterpillar, like Absolomn, watching everything grow around him. Poser only wishes that he had a puff of smoke to blow. It feels so lovely. He's floating, despite not leaving the ground at all. A large puddle of darkness and soft fur, vaguely shaped like a dog. That's all he really needs or wants to be. That's all he really cares, for the moment.

"I'm going to run a kingdom out of my castle, out of my home." He announces, flopping dramatically to his side. "We'll call it the Young Gods Club, and it'll be an exclusive one. And it will be lovely." He's grinning, he's happy. Beaming. Tail wagging. Yes, he would bring it up now, and he would see if he could get the girl on board. What's the harm in trying?
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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