An addiction. You tell yourself: I started this, I can stop it when I wish to. But then, when you do realize wishing to stop could not possibly be a solution, it would be too late. So you say to your self, I can control it. Only to realize you can't. A devastating realization. And then comes hysterical denial. I couldn't have gotten this deep, I couldn't have gone so far, I can stop this, I will tomorrow, or not have it this morning or tonight, I will stop it, I can. Until you find yourself tossing and turning and heart hammering, senses protesting, your treacherous hands reaching out, your heart beating with awaited cynical obsession,your head a mess , voices of conscience and desire and all emotions a scattered mess, your mind, it has lost its ability to protect you, to think for itself,you realize. To not reach out towards the awaiting addiction. Another damned realization. And then you remember your words as you first tasted the entrancing sin. I can do this, I wouldn't get so deep, I'm only wanting a taste,nothing else ' I started this, I could stop it whenever. ' Those were your words, those were your promises and so you try again, you beat your self up, pain ridden and exhausted tearing at your ends,in confusion and angst, you fight, after all, humans couldn't possibly love what they had no control of. So you fight and fight. However you could only try.
You had only tried, you never realized it, that it wasn't really a fierce determination, it was only a subtle resistance to what had almost taken from you what you once owned- your own sanity, your control. You never fought the delirium, the euphoria, the get away, the made up peace and the unlasting joy, your addiction promises. Another wild realization.You were never against the bliss, you never tried to fight the maddening joy, you were beating a shell, the soft intangible flesh of a heavy blazing magma. The fire, that burns so good, so wild and so good, so much of a fantasy, a world worth escaping into.
They were only going to have a taste of it. Only this time, for as long as their drug lasted. They could always go back, they would be fine if their drug wained away. They could escape the darkness that consumed their father. They wouldn't let it get into their heads. They would only enjoy it as long as it lasts. They wouldn't be greedy, they'll be fine. They started this, they knew what they were doing. They were the twin devils after all. They would be more than fine. They a
were safe.
Until they realized they're not, they would never be fine. They are not safe.
Should she leave, should the drug wain , should she awake from the delusion they'd kept her in and decide to walk away, she'd be leaving with two hearts. Two wounded bleeding and torn yet still beating hearts. They beat away at every breath of hers, at every word she speaks, at every move made, at every lingering smell of hers,at every sob and every tear, at every smile and every chuckle until she decides and deems their two bleeding and broken chunks unworthy, unworthy of beating any longer unworthy of her breath and her lingering scent, until she decides to take it all away from them and from the very earth they steal their breaths too. Until she watches the last of her blood drip away, the last of her breath, the last of her purple sweetness fade away. She'd rather breath her last than grant them the joy called her.
Purple, eccentric, wild when it wished dull when she sees fit, a goddess, a gift of the moon, birthed and gifted by the night that reflects her beauty, the night that had led her to them and them to her. The purple silk satin a companion to her honeyed skin. Thick curls that shunned their own, bounced off her pretty head. She was a guest then, her netted fits the main theme of conversations that solemn night, the entrance she'd made so huge. Her boldness in the backless body hugger that adorned her. Her dark curls a statement, a perfect camouflage in the darkness she'd ran to, she'd escaped them into. A passing passion grew into an obsession, a moment of wonder into desperation, a shared amazement into determination and into a concluded decision. She'd escaped the twin devils that day, and yet she had left behind her passionate and wild ambers for eyes an imprint on their minds, the daunting tattoo hunting them until one of their search guilds had proved fruitful. They had almost reached out to the grey members of the Darcen family. Particularly two grey heads who were said to find everything. Escaped brides, and hiding chosen.
They should have known, their purple had been to that gathering in the guise of one of the lords. To take from them, to take what the people of Kantama believed should've been theirs. She wasn't exactly a rebel she was only there to take enough to survive, she really had no trails, otherwise, she'd have been caught, she had no backing guild, it would've made it easier to find her. She wasn't a loner though,she should have had enough back up to have gotten her in that dress and into that ball room. Their establishment wasn't so easily infiltrated anyway. And more so, she had managed to escape the twin devils, hiding from their eyes and their influence and their power for days. She was worth their obsession.
And they had searched everywhere, scattering and making a mess when their obsession heightened and yet they hadn't found her. The three brothers from the main branch were the overlords of Cas-oá, Ac-ra, and Kumar, three powerhouses, three empires, states that stretched to the far south. The slaves, the drugs, the weaponry, it was enough to save a drowning in defeat first class country and restore it to it's prime form.
And yet Kantama, a small region in Ac-ra, the home of three dangerous Darcens had managed to hide away their chosen. The people from the world outside called the place the home of the devils. The dread that filled Kantama was due to the presence of the three supremes who decided to make the place their home. What followed their moving in was the toxic air and damaged city that now laid broken and scattered at their feet. At the feet of the castles they built to keep their chosen. The castles that remains empty with a ran away chosen and a man not so ready to choose. In simple words the girl had managed to escape from the devil's own home, the twin devils' very own play ground. They had captured her partners then more like her employers, the moles who had led her into their annual hell reigning. In those times the little rats that dared go against them showed their heads from their little hiding pores to find the danger that nears threateningly. They knew they were going to be found, their fighting backs and protests was a pathetic last struggle of a dying man. She was sent to infiltrate too. To get an up on them something solid enough to save her employer's life from the predator Darcens. However she had made a slip and stole from the wrong pocket, she wasn't a greedy thief, Don had found several of his cards still intact when they had lost her.
They'd killed the raggedy mole who had pleaded her life for his. A shame, he hadn't known the whereabouts of their purple either. At some point they thought their little purple had probably dug her way underground into another's territory and had almost called for the greys. The branch members of the Darcen family that were neither in the dark or the light. They were a hidden group when they wished, camouflaging and frolicking with the Darksiders and a socially approved group when they kept the public image of the Darcens running side by side with the government, shutting mouths and silencing those who knew too much or anything at all. They contributed enough funds to blind the eyes of the government voluntarily. They drew their power from the sides of dark and light possessing enough to face all rebellion. That was how the Darcen family worked. That was how it was established to run. The members of the grey had eyes and ears that reached beyond the darkness and light branch. They could find anyone and maybe anything in the territory of the Darcens and beyond. And so they had trusted them to do a good job in finding their chosen. They had even decided to inform the two grey heads even knowing for a fact that their situation would be a topic of gossip amongst the older generation of the Darcen family.
However the night that had stolen away their chosen had blessed them again with it's grace. It had shown their raging hearts mercy. They had seen her, found her in a literal no where. Roaming about in plain sight, a faded mask her only protection just outside the doors of their castle. She was in search of another mission. And stupid them for not ever thinking she'd be walking right under their noses. The noses of the lords she'd ran from. The twin devils, and that too after stealing from one of them. Their purple was really a special little thing. Anyone else would've ran and escaped and hidden for as long as it took until the devils forgot, that is until they rotted in the holes they cooped up in. Cause they never forget. The Darcens never forget to take revenge or find a chosen.
Don had been hasty then, he had traced their once again fleeing mate and she had again escaped them. However, they weren't so conclusive this time. They understood what she wanted most. A need every dweller of Kantama had. Money, enough to not sell your self and your family for some. They had tracked her little traces of job inquiries and laid the perfect trap. Turns out their purple hadn't even recognized them when they'd taken the blind folds off to find the amber eyes that hunted their dreams and their awakenings for weeks. They're chosen had eyes like melted gold it had shun under the moon that birthed her, surpassing the moon's glow and claiming it's light as hers. Her dark curls bouncing as she raised her head to glare at them. An enchantment, a blessing, a sinful addiction indeed.
They were only going to make her theirs for as long as the drug lasted, they knew what the drug did and could do, they'd done enough experimentations with it to prolong it's lifespan to have enough of her drugged love until she's ruthlessly snatched from their arms when the drug finally wained away. Then, she was going to deem them unworthy of her existence, she was going to take from their broken hearts, her existence and the last of her lingering breaths like their mother had. They'd probably return one day to find her cold and ashen and lifeless in a pool of her own blood. She'd choose death, a permanent end over their cells and their cages. Over them, over the love they'd once shared, over the joy they'd created in her delusion. Just like their mother had.
And so they had made up their minds. They'd said to themselves while they had awaited the drugs effects to take over, ;they had started this, they were going to stop it too. They can, they would have no lingering desperation once the drug fades away. After all they were the twin devils of Kantama."
But who had warned them about addiction. Someone should've. They should've known their Purple was a sinful drug. A taste and they wanted again, again and they wanted more, more and they wanted love ,they had love and they wanted cherish, they had cherish and they craved understanding, understanding and they wanted care, they just kept wanting, kept coming for more and more, another and another every discovery entrancing every bit of her an excitement, every word an amazement, every smile a greater dosage and before they'd realized it, they had forgotten their self made promises, they were beating the wind. Fighting a non existent embodiment of the magma, they've fallen addicts to. They had lost their will somewhere in between.They were fighting nothingness. And in their minds, only a faded facade of a dull struggle remained, the deep shunned voice whispering in broken records; "we- can- fight -this, we're --still-- fighting- it, we --can.., we- will..., we... What were we doing again? oh fighting...yes fight it... We're fighting it....
A dead soldier calling out to victory in a loosing war.
No one hears him, he only assumes they do.
They hear none of the former resistance now. They see none of the former suspicions now, they're just blind men in love. In a delusion without a drug, the only dose on which their drunk of is her, and her lovely smiles and beautiful eyes and pouty lips and bold acts and accepting nature and caring self. They are drunk on her even if the her now is only a delusion of the forget not drug.
And they were still yet to realize it.
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