Five Vicodin Chased With A Shot

*Poser* · 02-16-2017, 02:14 AM

Poser had been asleep for what seemed like a long time. That was the thing about the woods out here. They were dead and alive all at once-- Schrodinger's grove. Such was the way that he was feeling. Such was the way he was thinking. Things were weird. Things were always weird. He's losing his mind, day by day, bit by bit. Something strange was in Poser's bones. Something weird was always just beneath the surface.

When he wakes, it's with a bit of delirium. Naps do that to you. He's cranky, vision blurry, getting to his feet with a shake of his shining, dark coat. Grumbling under his breath, cussing in his mother tongue, stretching out with a pop of his spine. Ah yes. He was feeling... alive again. Slowly. Waking up. It's then that he catches a scent on the edge of his consciousness. Stranger. Stranger, but not the usual kind.

"What the fuck." The words fall forth from his mouth, loudly, but long before he sees the dog. Before he sees... oh shit. Yeah, no, there it is. Though there's a bit of dust in his coat, he feels like he could probably get that flirt thing on. Or he could, if he wasn't in utter shock. "Where the hell have you been all my life?" The words are loud, colored heavily with his accent, and... well, it's Poser. There's never a dearth of charm. Things, though, were clearly very strange in his mind.

How often was it that a stranger looked just like him?
your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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