[musebysentence] A multitude of old prompts
3.1 - Sex
At first he did it simply because it felt good but after a while he did it because it gave him a way to make other people feel good instead.
4.4 - Holiday
When he remembers he tries to celebrate holidays, though it's a rare thing when his memory coincides with the actual day.
8.4 - Helpless
He looks at himself as many things; broken, damaged, defective, wrong but never, not even once, did he look at himself and think he was completely helpless.
9.3 - Relationships
Sometimes he thinks about what to call them, boyfriends or lovers or something else entirely, but Koschei simply calls them 'us' and he finds that he's more content with that rather than anything else.
10.3 - Relief
When the dark slides away and his eyes open for another first time, he can feel the relief wash over him.
11.5 - Kinky
When he's fine he looks for certain things, soft hands and sweet lips, familiar friends and warm embraces but when things start getting hazy, when he can't remember where exactly he is or perhaps who he had been, he looks for something a little sharper, something that reminds him he's still there at all.
12.5 - Sorry
He mutters apologies in his sleep, apologies for so many things he's only half remembering and even the words, the 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry' is something that only vaguely registers as familiar.
13.4 - Music
Sometimes they do more, sometimes it's hands, teeth, lips, hips but sometimes Gin turns the music loud and Saxon wears a grin and the three of them do nothing but dance.
14.6 - Homesick
He remembers it vaguely in dreams, an orange sky with two suns and red, red grass that he can twine between his fingers and when he wakes he curls into himself, trying to ignore the feeling of missing something very, very important.
15.2 - Trauma
They mutter single words to one another, silly and sweet words, words that sound good together, nonsense words and words that when said three times are true but sometimes the words shift, sometimes they're dark and dangerous and tell stories that neither of them wish to recall, not even in fragments.
16.2 - Conceal
He tries to lie every now and again, tries to keep things to himself for as long as he can, but he always forgets what he's hiding and why he's hiding it at all.
17.1 - Write
The journal makes sense to very few people besides himself, the words shift too often from hastily scrawled English to a language that is dead to most of the universe.
Verses:
- Polyverse: 3, 9, 11, 16
- Memento Mori: 4, 5, 10, 12, 17
- Blank Slate: 15
Notes: Right, this is me playing catch up, I'm not going to post all of these to the comm proper, probably the last three but I've been doing these on and off for a while, so I decided to just shove them all into one post instead of spamming with each getting their own, at least on this journal. Also, I realize that I desperately need to update verse information. That will get done tomorrow, assuming I have the brain to do such things.
At first he did it simply because it felt good but after a while he did it because it gave him a way to make other people feel good instead.
4.4 - Holiday
When he remembers he tries to celebrate holidays, though it's a rare thing when his memory coincides with the actual day.
8.4 - Helpless
He looks at himself as many things; broken, damaged, defective, wrong but never, not even once, did he look at himself and think he was completely helpless.
9.3 - Relationships
Sometimes he thinks about what to call them, boyfriends or lovers or something else entirely, but Koschei simply calls them 'us' and he finds that he's more content with that rather than anything else.
10.3 - Relief
When the dark slides away and his eyes open for another first time, he can feel the relief wash over him.
11.5 - Kinky
When he's fine he looks for certain things, soft hands and sweet lips, familiar friends and warm embraces but when things start getting hazy, when he can't remember where exactly he is or perhaps who he had been, he looks for something a little sharper, something that reminds him he's still there at all.
12.5 - Sorry
He mutters apologies in his sleep, apologies for so many things he's only half remembering and even the words, the 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry' is something that only vaguely registers as familiar.
13.4 - Music
Sometimes they do more, sometimes it's hands, teeth, lips, hips but sometimes Gin turns the music loud and Saxon wears a grin and the three of them do nothing but dance.
14.6 - Homesick
He remembers it vaguely in dreams, an orange sky with two suns and red, red grass that he can twine between his fingers and when he wakes he curls into himself, trying to ignore the feeling of missing something very, very important.
15.2 - Trauma
They mutter single words to one another, silly and sweet words, words that sound good together, nonsense words and words that when said three times are true but sometimes the words shift, sometimes they're dark and dangerous and tell stories that neither of them wish to recall, not even in fragments.
16.2 - Conceal
He tries to lie every now and again, tries to keep things to himself for as long as he can, but he always forgets what he's hiding and why he's hiding it at all.
17.1 - Write
The journal makes sense to very few people besides himself, the words shift too often from hastily scrawled English to a language that is dead to most of the universe.
Verses:
- Polyverse: 3, 9, 11, 16
- Memento Mori: 4, 5, 10, 12, 17
- Blank Slate: 15
Notes: Right, this is me playing catch up, I'm not going to post all of these to the comm proper, probably the last three but I've been doing these on and off for a while, so I decided to just shove them all into one post instead of spamming with each getting their own, at least on this journal. Also, I realize that I desperately need to update verse information. That will get done tomorrow, assuming I have the brain to do such things.