All girls want bad boys. They want the Trickster. Right? There's something that draws them near whether it be an attitude a smell a taste an appearance a motorcycle. The danger takes them up like a tempest (Tempess) and they get lost in it. And it's when they're stuck there that they realize that the bad boys- we- are not what they wanted. We're too much, and then all of a sudden they're gone like leaves tumbling down the sidewalk in the autumn winds. And then the bad boy the Trickster is left here alone in the bitter storm without a blanket or a body with warmth to press against them. And then, for a while they don't seem like a Trickster after all. They're just a person (a demon) forever confined to these misconceptions and shattered hopes.
Codename_Phobos · Wed Mar 09, 2011 @ 04:02am · 1 Comments |