South

The southern part of the city has a chic family-oriented sort of charm to it. Here, small locally owned shops run rampant, neighbors often know each other by name, and the monthly socials are an event not to be missed. In the South, children can often be seen safely playing in the park or on sidewalks and in the weekends, families often take to the beach to enjoy the warm waters surrounding the city.

What You'll Find Here

Ascension Center of Equitation
Hyde Park
Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium
The Outskirts
The University of Sacrosanct

let's storm the gods


Posted on May 04, 2020 by Tenebrae
South


There are things that swim beneath the surface of this moon-struck lake. They thrum in the deep, their breaths skim along his consciousness. His nerves are electric, a shiver rocks its way down his spine. The wind sighs and presses kisses across his shoulders, over the black shadows of tattoos that sweep across his skin. His tattoos seem to breathe, they seem to swirl lazy like smoke. Their dark cries of the sky above, of the space between stars. It has brought them down after all and made his flesh as the dust between galaxies.

His shirt and jacket lie discarded upon the grassy bank. Sleeve reaches out for the water like a god reaches out to touch creation. Tenebrae nudges it away with his foot and the clamouring lake - keen to touch all land-made things - falls back with a bubbling sigh. His muscles are lean, his body sculpted from years, decades, lifetimes spent chasing, hunting, killing. HIs body is fatigued with it, his soul scarred. It's face is full of scars and broken lips. Yet it kisses, yet it fills itself up with the divine. It longs for the water, to sink into its depths as if it is the moon that cradles Tenebrae there in darkness and starlight. It is why Tenebrae is here, why he stands a dark shadow upon the shore, his skin bathed in the wild-star glow of the sky.

There is a cough, of liquid that should have been swallowed and yet never was. There is alcohol upon the air and Tenebrae turns his dark head. A girl stands in the shadows, a bottle clutched in her hands, a haze a film across her eyes. Her nerves are numb, her body a buzz. He can imagine how the alcohol sings to him through her slim limbs and sighs out through her tight lungs.

For a long moment the Hunter does not move but watches her. He knows she is is a hunter too, he can feel that uncanny twist of knowing seeping deep into his nerves. His soul lifts its downcast eyes and now all of him watches her. There is belonging here upon the banks of the lake. The moon knows it as she slips out behind the clouds and illuminates them. The water knows it as it pushes yet further up the shore. Its voice is a babble, a lapping, something like tapping across his consciousness again. His soul stirs.

A slow smile crawls across his dark lips, it is slow, slow like her lungs that might soon remember that they need to breathe. And then that smile will be as electric and visceral as the joyous burn of lungs as she takes her next breath. "You can breathe," He says with a voice low like whiskey, warm like fire. "I heard you."

Tenebrae turns his moon-bright eyes back to the lake and there is something like laughter in his gaze as he looks at it. Something like the frantic tangle of existing that snags itself within his core and rides upon the ripples of the lake. "There is space in the lake for two tonight." He says and holds out an arm, his long fingers unfurling, waiting for hers.

Oh Gia, will you swim with him tonight, feeling the way monsters brush across the soles of your feet and remember then what it feels like to be so wildly alive?




Tenebrae

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