morrer | (no subject)

should we start a cult?

Someone is in my room looking for you. I tried to tell them where they can find you, but they're very insistent you come to me instead. Shall we find out if it's a trap?

How is Delphine?

You've been feeling generous.

U probably don't care but

[ But he types, deletes, types, deletes. ]

I'm angry It doesn't feel normal I don't know what to do

► june au inbox begins here ◄

[ pretend this whole thing is in french honhonhon. From a new phone: ]

You have new tattoos. I counted seven.

I think I'm in trouble. I'm not sure, though.

[ A voice recording, late at night. Al is outside in the dark, in the cold. It makes him sound tense, yet there's also a dreamlike softness. Always in their language: ]

Death isn't death, here. No one can truly die. I've seen it. You have, too. The bodies. The grief. All mean nothing when they rise as beasts. And then… [ Whispered sharply, ] Voilá.

[ There's a long pause. Quietly, ]

A question haunts me, my Death. If no one can truly die, are we really alive?

► june au inbox ends here ◄

i need to get another stone from the lake can you come with me?

I hear people are cutting off pieces of themselves. You're collecting, I hope.

[ All those severed bones - it's free real estate. ]

Delphine has had an accident.

How did u know

( days later, only after he's looked at sullivan's blank polaroid at every angle, in every light, and only after he's sat with the bone tomahawk across his lap, thinking about his granddaddy, does he reach out and ask: )

what's the blank polaroid for?

[ How does she get in his room? Who knows! It's Peony!

But one day, a terrarium of peculiar mushrooms, a curled scroll of bizarre sheet music tied with a velvet ribbon, and a little vial containing a single blonde lock of hair appear on his bedside cabinet.

And of course, there's a toy left for Delphine as well!

On Sully's pillow a scented letter is left;]

Dearest Sullivan, I do hope it isn't presumptuous for me to bring you a gift to celebrate the end of the year. But I do suppose that in a way, this is a part of you too, celebrating the finality of the months before Spring arrives once again. You are always welcome to darken my door. With love Peony

[ near christmas, adam leaves a short note for sullivan. handwritten inside of a simple card, sealed in a small envelope with a press of candlewax. it reads:

I would like to add to your collection. At your leisure.
- Adam ]

I have something for you.

un: magazine

un: magazine

text, mid-month

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