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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2013 14:51:30 GMT
He ignores her half-hearted reply, and Roya's lips twitch. She remains silent, but suddenly there's this huge urge to speak. Not just speak, but to unhinge her jaw and divulge a thousand truths and lies. She wants to question and answer.
There's no place for that here.
She's a stray cat and he smells like fish - he can push her aside, holler at her for being underfoot but she will remain. Remain with bloody gloves tight around bandaged fingers.
What are you doing, she wants to ask like a child. Are we there yet? A hundred things, but she puts her head down and looks at her feet. @minzhe |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2013 4:28:52 GMT
She's still behind him, and it feels as if they're both standing still and it’s the shadows sliding past and the streetlights moving along a track. It feels still and tense, and everything snaps into place like a movie set around them when he's a few feet from his car and he looks over his shoulder. She's still following.
Minzhe remembers the superstition about going straight home after a wake – that the ghost will follow.
She looks like a ghost, pale and silent in the streetlights. This feels surreal.
"Why aren't you afraid?" How wasn't she afraid?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2013 21:19:59 GMT
The girl is a fluid and translucent being - her mom probably long-suffered for her, thinking of her like a ghost, an apparition of her failure. Roya has an uncanny way of unsettling someone. Maybe it's those bright blue, saucer-like eyes that beg for verbs which have no names, no connotation. Maybe it's just her manner, and how her skin seems absent but ironclad.
Either way, she is more afraid of herself than anyone else. This doesn't mean much because Roya has come to terms with herself, with every vibrating atom and cell in her body. It all works in macabre unison and she stares at him without smiling. It's a witching hour when she's around, when she's dropped her friendly pretense.
"I am not afraid of you." @minzhe |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 0:12:39 GMT
She just stares back. Minzhe isn't sure if he can say the same, if he is or isn't afraid of her. Part of him very well might be, unnerved by her fearlessness, but part of him feels like she isn't real. She has no name, no qualities he can really put to her save for her dogged persistence in trailing after him.
He just swallows, nods, unsure what he's affirming. As he turns and closes the distance between him and the car, Minzhe fiddles with his gloves, he pulls them up tighter, and he can feel the blood drying on them.
He gets into the drivers seat, concentrates and starts up the car with deliberate movements, then brings himself to glance up into the rear view mirror.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 21:34:45 GMT
It's not quite white light that brings the figure's presence to the foreground.
This time, he doesn't use flashy tactics. Maybe he's over it. Maybe he's not. One moment, he's not there, and only a dark road is what is in front of the car, but once headlights are switched on, he's there, eerie white coat and void white hair, biting the side of his finger and dragging a white glove off his hand.
Abyss is less graceful though.
It sits in his mouth, dangling by his teeth, to be exact. Mild violet eyes are flashlights of their own, searching for something in the driver's seat.
When they blink next, he's already in the back seat, looking up as if he'd see something interesting.
"You must clean what you've done, Minzhe... Zhang."
@minzhe @roya
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 17:18:27 GMT
That, however, borders into the category of fear.
She sees his back, not the pyrotechnics and glowing holes of his eyes. A back that was not there and then was and then wasn't. In a minute her throat is tight and she clenches her hands up. She can only think of her mother and the smell of carpet and she feels sick and unsettled.
Roya swallows whatever is there because, in the end, she is too curious for her own good and this stranger has embedded himself and his shroud of mystery in the life lines of her palm. No sooner does she dedicate herself, she steps into unseen pothole and falls onto her already scabbed hands again.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 5:19:59 GMT
The headlights flick on, abrupt light against shadow, and he appears, abrupt and a figure alien and familiar all at once. He feels like the car's been pushed into a lake, filled with water, ice cold and sloshing into his insides. When Abyss appears in the back seat, he swears for a moment, he can see Fangyin - the Fangyin with shut eyes and rotting flesh - beside him.
He can just about smell the heavy reek of death, it sways through the air and usually doesn't sicken him, but now it mingles with the smell of her hair and hollow laughter and he shoves open the door and stumbles out, cussing in Cantonese.
He is between the ghost and the god and trembling beneath the weight of death that has never bothered him before.
ABYSS @roya
// smoothest couple
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