SILAS
HE/HIM
TWENTY-NINE
rocket boss
BOSS
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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SILAS BLACKWELL
cold fame
POSTED ON Dec 5, 2018 15:09:46 GMT
a house, a memory: that is what makes part of his soul. the red in the bricks have long turned into a sickly pink, faded like the pictures in the frames that contain secrets of his past because before rocket, before he lost himself, he lived a vastly different life: a life he desperately longs for.
but no matter how hard he tries to weave the fabrics of his past to become whole again, it remains as is: a memory left to be forgotten. he just can't let go.
xatu appears out of a break in reality. it's familiar and it seems to be beckoning for him, so he abides. one hand on his shoulder and he's lost.
the slight dizziness lasts for a few seconds. he reaches out for her voice, snapping him out of it.
"happy birthday." she holds back a scowl and he can see it through the lines on her face. she's pushing his boundaries but he lets her. "i didn't get you a gift, unfortunately."
he takes a step towards her. "you succeeded where others failed. good job." praise is rare especially from him. but he grants it because she deserves it. she is the only one who did not fuck up; this includes @ezra, which is a shame.
"how would you like to be reimbursed?"
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