Comments | circusofwhores: loves bittersweet sorrow in the moonlit ocean

polarsoybeans in circusofwhores

loves bittersweet sorrow in the moonlit ocean

May 12, 2010 20:14

[The shimmering remains of nectarian beverages were scattered, decorating the scarred, wooden floor of the Kashmir dining establishment. Their glassy glow resonated off the dim, scarlet lights, beaming like the tiny pearls of a young woman’s necklace. This faint light caught in the collapsed doctor’s halflidded, ocean cool eyes. His tuxedo, once a ( Read more... )

a few mouths ago, purple prose, blame the irc, add tags as you see fit, crunked up, all spice no splice, dat death machine, maaaaaaaaaarsh, dr. "sperminator" grossman, alcohol's a food group, today on splicers in love, a healthy serving of angst, there's gotta be one hetero, special event, drama queen

Comments 3

dady_issus May 13 2010, 01:49:06 UTC

The young woman looks down at her fallen comrade, as the feelings of morning and remorse for the state of her knight in sterile armor. she can’t help but wonder if such a sacrifice was worth it no matter how noble and just the cause. As she heard him speak feeling of sympathy begin to shine though her normal ice cold eyes.
Shhh, don’t talk we will continue the fight another day.

polarsoybeans May 14 2010, 20:35:38 UTC

[The doctor felt her penetrating gaze burst through his own, spreading its cool, soothing energy over his trembling body. He quivered like the wings of a bird and grappled, still fatigued, to pull himself up off the ruined floor. Finally bent into a sitting position, his face a sorrowful statue, he gazed deep into the softly luminous portal of Masha’s helmet. The shadow of worry flinted across his mind’s eye, leaving scorched, panicked marks. He wondered, what if they couldn’t succeed? What if Rapture was truly thrown into a doom beyond repair? What if they failed? He could feel the spidery creep of boy germs misting their wicked, putrid, duplicity across the sleepy city. He could feel them creeping into himself ( ... )

dady_issus May 17 2010, 02:48:28 UTC

As she looked down at the doctor’s cold disheveled body she knew that at least for today their noble fight was lost. The very thought of the lost made her feel as if her very hart had been plunged in to the darkest, coldest depts. of the unforgiving ocean. As she lifted her kind and brave comrade into her nimble arms she could only hope that he would find it in his hart not to leave her alone in the fight. That he could persevere thought such difficult as the alcoholic poisoning of tonight but the great battle that would be the hangover of tomorrow.
“If you throw up on me I’m shoveling you in the air lock without a death suit.”
She muttered trying her hardest to keep up a strong façade in the face of the daunting task that lay before them.