 | Title: Power & Control Artist: Marina And The Diamonds Album: Electra Heart Played: 0 times |
power & control // marina and the diamonds
women and men, we are the same
but love will always be a game
we give and take a little more
eternal game of tug and war
“Before we begin, I’d like to address the topic of
screaming–
–By saying this: go right ahead.”
 | singlasses-deactivated20150921 asked ; ' i enjoyed our little game. we shall have to play again sometime, illusive man. ' |
Tragedy lies within their old bones. Men with vision tend to unravel or emerge as something new, shedding off the phoenix’s ashes from yesteryears to build up an empire. The Illusive Man likes to think himself the latter, but he has been thrust into the former – an uncomfortable, compromising position that renders him blind. Yes, Jack Harper’s flaws pile higher than Pisa; he only hopes his legacy will overshadow his faults.
A BLACK DEVIL, a man of myths and legends, intercepts his audio feed: Albert Wesker himself. There is no ring, no bell to toll & notify Jack of the Pale Rider on the other end of the call. Stiller than stone, he listens. He doesn’t give himself away through facial expressions, but his eyes – artificial, unholy veil that they are – prove to be foil. He’s desperately chasing ghosts disguised as power.
& he’s terribly hungry.
To sate his appetite for destruction, he inhales his nicotine fix. Devours the world as the Reapers have done for many cycles prior. Smokes whirls past the dragon’s parted lips & though he can’t quite see it, he imagines something unholy beneath the sinning man’s designer sunglasses. It nearly brings a smile to the Illusive Man’s lips. The flexed laughter lines are a giveaway.
{ coɴтrol. ♦ } — ❝It looks like I’ve met my match, Wesker.❞
A tyrant can be a valuable asset. He views paradise in terms of gain { for the sake of HUMANITY, he assures his people }. A man with no nameshifts in his chair, his immortal throne where a serpent will one day sit. To the pale emperor, Jack Harper might as well be another Spencer.
❝Don’t be a stranger.❞
Are they not already f a m i l i a r?
 | arielshepard asked ; { ; five times kissed } |
send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed.
i. She is a machine, her heart humming to fight off rust ‘lest she wither & gather dust. Funerary black, she wears. Gone are the days where she would find him on a metal throne. Icarus fell from a stunning height, far removed from his pedestal. Akin to a prowling panther, her footsteps grow silent. At a desk with pen in hand, she will find a man driven mad by ambition, reshaped by the Prophet’s image. He utilizes an old method in a day & age where paper is no longer necessary. With rubies for eyes, she burns holes into the parchment that begins so simply: MY NAME IS JACK HARPER & THIS IS MY LEGACY. MY CONFESSIO.
This much, he remembers: his declaration. Whether it be a decree of guilt or a story of his life, he tries to blow himself up by biblical proportions. & o! How it will be quick to earn her disapproval. Skeletal fingers caress his jawline & smooth back his hair. Try as she might, she cannot sweep away the gray.
‘ You shouldn’t spin fabricated tales. ’
Her voice drills into his skull, the gears grinding together, the machines throbbing. Now, they thrive as automatons. Molten lava flows through her veins, projected by the scars she wears. His eldritch companion holds him still & how easy it would be to crush her skull in her talon grip, to kiss him until the light fades from his eyes & life follows soon after. His apologia goes unwritten. Wordlessly, he seizes her hand where she kisses her knuckles one by one. Frigid rings nip his lips & he feels the cold bite of steel. The frigid touch of something far removed from humanity.
But can a hologram, a replication of what once was, still feel?
 | druxaa-deactivated20150811 asked ; bout to hit you the fuck up like a sick bar that virgins strip to, Jack. |
Broods angrily. I’m not your
spaceship to ride & my name
isn’t Jack anymore. Don’t ruin
my cool cover.