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rainbowfic2015-08-19 04:58 pm
rootsofthestories) wrote in rainbowfic2015-08-19 04:58 pm
Entry tags:
Spilt ink
Name: Sebastian
Title: hunger
Story: Sentient Carnival
Colors: Spilt Ink; 14. You constantly look for a sign and when it's given to you and you don't like the answer, you call it a coincidence.
Supplies: graffiti (Lilith Faire Main Stage)
Word Count: 380
Rating: PG
Warnings: mentions of blood
Notes: The witches of the Sentient Carnival are up for today. I am super tired so I expect the snippets will be small today but I am getting them done because I am determined to do this thing. I am also pretty sure everything today is going ot be horrible because of how tired I am but I'm trying not to care about that too much.
A promise, a whisper, a few well placed words. That's all it takes to get pretty people with bright eyes to come with her.
She's charming and sweet and looks not a hair over fifteen. Her eyes are sharp, her hair a shade that you can't quite identify and her smile is wicked as a kitten.
They don't believe her when she says she's been there for years and years, that she grew up and grew old and grew young all over again. She tells hem flat out what she is and they still don't believe. It's a fair warning, she can't help the fact that they don't listen.
But it doesn't matter, if they don't care to listen then it's their own fault. It gives her permission to do what she wants and Acantha loves getting he way.
She tells them about secrets, about back trailers where they can go get up to mischief. She tells them there's magic hidden in the funhouse and there's a ghost haunting the midway.
All of it's true, though maybe she undersells the ghosts.
They listen to her, pulling on her hand to take them here and there, and hse does. Pulling them behind attractions and kissing them hard on the mouth. She nips and nibbles until she's had enough, then bites hard enough to make them bleed.
Most of them curse, some of them stumble back, hand going to their mouth.
And somehow, in one way or another, she'll manage to get the blood on the ground, let the Carnival soak it in and feel it hum with delight.
They'll stare at her, confused and uncertain until she apologizes, tells them it was only a a game.
And it's true, for her at least. She'll get bored soon enough, release the sweet, silly things she played with into the world again, hungry now for sweet popcorn and spun sugar.. They'll never be the same, they'll never know what it's like to not be hungry.
But the Carnival will be fed and she'll have had a good time and that's all that matters.
She'll return to her sisters later, settle back and tell them about the boys and girls who she found to play with. They'll laugh and eat candied apples, their mouths stained red and tasting sweet as sugar.
Title: hunger
Story: Sentient Carnival
Colors: Spilt Ink; 14. You constantly look for a sign and when it's given to you and you don't like the answer, you call it a coincidence.
Supplies: graffiti (Lilith Faire Main Stage)
Word Count: 380
Rating: PG
Warnings: mentions of blood
Notes: The witches of the Sentient Carnival are up for today. I am super tired so I expect the snippets will be small today but I am getting them done because I am determined to do this thing. I am also pretty sure everything today is going ot be horrible because of how tired I am but I'm trying not to care about that too much.
A promise, a whisper, a few well placed words. That's all it takes to get pretty people with bright eyes to come with her.
She's charming and sweet and looks not a hair over fifteen. Her eyes are sharp, her hair a shade that you can't quite identify and her smile is wicked as a kitten.
They don't believe her when she says she's been there for years and years, that she grew up and grew old and grew young all over again. She tells hem flat out what she is and they still don't believe. It's a fair warning, she can't help the fact that they don't listen.
But it doesn't matter, if they don't care to listen then it's their own fault. It gives her permission to do what she wants and Acantha loves getting he way.
She tells them about secrets, about back trailers where they can go get up to mischief. She tells them there's magic hidden in the funhouse and there's a ghost haunting the midway.
All of it's true, though maybe she undersells the ghosts.
They listen to her, pulling on her hand to take them here and there, and hse does. Pulling them behind attractions and kissing them hard on the mouth. She nips and nibbles until she's had enough, then bites hard enough to make them bleed.
Most of them curse, some of them stumble back, hand going to their mouth.
And somehow, in one way or another, she'll manage to get the blood on the ground, let the Carnival soak it in and feel it hum with delight.
They'll stare at her, confused and uncertain until she apologizes, tells them it was only a a game.
And it's true, for her at least. She'll get bored soon enough, release the sweet, silly things she played with into the world again, hungry now for sweet popcorn and spun sugar.. They'll never be the same, they'll never know what it's like to not be hungry.
But the Carnival will be fed and she'll have had a good time and that's all that matters.
She'll return to her sisters later, settle back and tell them about the boys and girls who she found to play with. They'll laugh and eat candied apples, their mouths stained red and tasting sweet as sugar.
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Woosh Thank you!
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Yeeeeah, all of them are a little creepy but I think she's the worst of the three.
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All three of the sisters are such creepers. I do love them.