love is a temporary madness... {sleaze + anyone who wants to join in}

[sleaze]

I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife He doesn’t sleep. This is for any number of reasons: in sleep the purple recedes like the tide, in sleep the Others (as he has come to think of those names, whispered at the periphery of his mind). In sleep, sometimes he will awaken as something else, his restless mind having wandered into a nearby bird or tree. (He woke, once, flying, a dizzying sensation.) But in this sleeplessness, as his skin draws tight to his bones (he was never a beautiful man to begin with), he loses control. His mind grows less and less his, he is too tired to rein it in, control it. He stumbles. His body is breaking down (he was never a strong man to begin with). He is losing sleep, losing himself. In his mind, behind the purple, the Other voices chatter, promise terrible memories he does not, will not, face. There was a girl. There was no girl. His mind, such a fickle thing, departs again. (He does not know he is so near to the restless red woman.) His eyes open, but they are not his eyes, they are hers. sleaze cancer x garbage

(sooo idk the best way to play out possession -- maybe she can 'clamp down' on the intruder, accidentally trapping him in her mind? or whatever <3)