#op has god brain syndrome
thinking today about party poison and cherri cola being literal angels from the phoenix witch
both terrible and beautiful to behold, hard to understand and communicate with but also so alluring
like poison will fix you with a cold stare if you approach her at a bar, and there’s something deeply unsettling in their eyes. she doesn’t say anything when you buy them a drink, but you feel warm to your bones and the clap the next day ends without bloodshed
or cherri will spend days alone in the wastes, smiting evil in a way too bright and grotesque to witness (why he does it so far away from human eyes). but you can’t deny the desert is safer now
