Month: September 2018

I didn't pay very good attention when I came up to Nox's room, or everything just looked the same. It was probably the latter. The walls were straight white with glowing runes on them. Each one was slightly different but they were all this light electric blue, if I didn't think I'd get caught I … Continue reading Not So Poetic

He talked. I asked questions. Words and thoughts were never the same, but for him I felt I didn't need to read his mind to know the truth. I ate. Oh god, did I eat. I ate like there was no tomorrow. He kept asking if I wanted more and I kept saying yes. I … Continue reading He’s So Broken

We made some small talk. I asked about the magic room we were in. I pried again into his friends and boyfriends. And we ended up talking about his differences between him and other Venatori. Nox said, "I don't kill monsters." very adamantly. His thoughts were clear. "You're a hunter aren't you?" I was tired … Continue reading Doubts

I arrived early and started to walk up to the elevator and decided that I'd better wait downstairs. I sent him a text. It might be better if we'd agreed to meet at my place. A: Funny thing? I don't know exactly where you live. N: I'll be down. It's easier to show you than … Continue reading Fear and Anxiety

He'd called me asking about the card. I didn't have to try any harder to get his attention I had it now. Now it was only a matter of time before I was coaxing the questions Poet wanted answers to. He deserved every ounce of whatever Poet wanted to dish out. I didn't feel guilty … Continue reading High Maintenance

I had been so tired I hadn't paid attention when I hit the pillow. I hadn't anchored myself and I found myself on the sandy beaches I'd once fled to for comfort. Comfort after a certain man with big brown eyes never fucking showed up. I growled at my scenery but it was much more … Continue reading Dreams and Letters