[12:05] * Edriel sits barefoot on the floor near a couch eating toast. That's all; just dry toasted bread. He appears perfectly happy about this. His wing stubs are bandaged, but the blood and ichor is starting to seep through and looks frankly disgusting ( Read more... )

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The car had stalled by what he thought was mid-morning: why was profoundly beyond him, and the only answer he could come up with was that he had stopped thinking. He'd felt the death rattles and managed, out of some persistant instinct, to turn the car partway off the road. The rear jutted into the beaten dust like a piece of broken wood. He would ( Read more... )

So this is amnesia. He has been here before, unfortunately, this dusty verbiage, and the desert is like a silent movie with the background on repeat. Even the car is reluctant to make noise; it rattles on, engine silent as a vampire beneath the hood, the car dipping with the stubborn landscape and possibly a lack of wheel. He makes his mental ( Read more... )

and it's like there's a string attached to a button on his stitched up stomach that someone YANKS and the skin goes in and his guts go spattering out the back, landing like tiny fetid cow plops on the wilting grass and it doesn't make sense because there is no cause just effect, there is just a slender barrel and an explosion in the air but who is ( Read more... )

It's when the vinyl peels reluctantly from the skin of his neck that he really wakes up, begins the process the wild and dusty air -- sharp sepia seventies all around him, south California desert with the memory fuck car parked lengthwise across the dirt road. And he feels ingrained with dirt and dirty words, and he feels a hangover tang on the ( Read more... )

The sun is hot on their backs, that artificial heat making him feel like maybe they're plastic, strangely false flesh containers warmly glowing and fitting to each other in gentle sparks where his nipple's against Jack's ribs. He could forget anything, drowsy like this. They don't have hands. They have a couch too narrow for two people to lie on, ( Read more... )