‘ You can't let him get to you.

IND.  ESMERALDA  TORRES  FROM  THE  EVIL  WITHIN  2.  MUN/MUSE  21+

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henlo

henlo

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vamytas:

      “That I am. And ‘s kind of you t’say.” He puts his prior distraction on hold, not that it was a trial to tear himself away from deciphering the numbers laid in front of him; calculating his earnings from one week to the next for the month. Truthfully, it was better than hiring an accountant – that would be a first (in a distant, parallel universe in which his body was inhabited by a parasitic component controlling his better judgement). So the torrid details of maths aside, he smiles at her, bright and balmy despite the depleted temperature of his touch.

“You got a bookin’? Or lookin’ to make one?” His brown eyes flicker to a clock on the wall, then he suggests, “Dependin’ on what your poison is we could squeeze you in now.”

 ❝   I   kinda   did   this   on   a   whim,   actually  .  .  .   but   it’s   funny  .   I   already   know   what   I   want  .      ❞      SHE’S   SEEN   IMMORALITY   BEFORE   in   hollowed   stares   and   mindless   violence  .   War   has   clung   to   her   entire   being,   but   it’s   nothing   quite   like   what   she   experienced   in   STEM  .   Trauma   eternally   engraved   from   living   inside   the   brain   child   of   a   relentless   psychopath  .   

  Copper   eyes   meet   his   gentle   gaze   once   more,   casually   shuffling   forth   while   calloused   palms   rest   on   either   side   of   the   counter  .   ❝   I   was   thinkin’   cracked   skull   with   a   ribbon   around   it   that   says,   “   rebuild  .   “   Ya   think   you   could   do   that   ??   ❞

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❝ YEAH, AND SHE’S KIND OF A BADASS NOW, SO – ❞            \            indie nancy wheeler of stranger things. cried over for by liv.

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poorlittlejoseph:

   Joseph nods, but the moment he does, they’re swallowed up by the darkness, shadows so thick he can feel them blanketing his skin. The jolt into the Marrow is so sudden the air is knocked clean out of Joseph’s lungs, forcing a ragged cough from the man as he painfully tries to catch his breath. His grip on Torres slackens then, nearly losing her. She shouts and he finds his former grip, certain his fingertips are nearly pressing bruises into her rib cage. 

    “I’m here,” he replies, expecting his voice to echo, but instead it feels distant, like his voice is further ahead in the darkness than his body. Even with Torres pressed to his side, he can’t see her. He can’t see anything. Has he gone blind? Is something wrong? Panic swells in his chest, his heart beginning to race in turn. 

    “—Jesus,” Joseph blurts out, his legs trembling beneath him. “Where do we go? I-I can’t see anything.” 

  DARKNESS   ENVELOPS,   CONSUMING   EVERY   last   sliver   of   vibrance   in   it’s   hungry   path  .   Visual   sensorium   is   null   and   void,   thwarting   any   efforts   made   by   narrowed   optics  .   She’s   wholly   dependent   on   touch   and   hearing   alone,   fingertips   frantically   searching   for   his   own   until   they   find   their   temporary   SOLACE   in   his   palms  .   It   isn’t   until   Joseph   makes   mention   of   their   ambiguous   location   that   Torres   finally   snaps   BACK   into   their   (   unhinged   )   reality  .   ❝      As   cheesy   as   it   sounds,   ya   gotta   focus   on   the   light  .  .  .   wherever   it   is  .   Give   it   a   second  .   ❞

  Just   as   soon   as   those   words   spill   from   parched   lips,   luminosity   dances   upon   the   shallowed   waters   in   which   they   stand  .   ❝   There   !!   ❞   She   shouts,   index   pointing   ahead   in   an   effort   to   direct   them   toward   their   destination  .   A   dimly   lit   safe   house   perched   on   top   of   a   steep   hill  .   ❝   You’re   seein’   what   I’m   seein’,   right   ??   ❞

[growling-suggestion]

Nobody fucking “owns” me so jot that down

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gosh she`s so kickass

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     ‘     you  think  i  can’t  dance  ?     ’     it’s  a  challenge  ,  teasing  grin  tracing  plump  lips  .  slender  digits  entwine  with  with  hers  ,  stepping  closer  ,  a  breathless  laugh  tinting  cheeks  pink  .  rey  puts  things  into  an  even  sway  ,  amber  eyes  briefly  sliding  shut  in  sheer  bliss  .     ‘     not  so  goofy  now  ,  are  we  ?     ’     half-lidded  hues  shine  back  at  her  ,  a  beat  ,  before  she  presses  her  forehead  against  torres’  .

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❝   Oh,    please .  That   was   to   get   you   on   the   dance   floor  .   ❞   SACCHARINE   LIPS   BEG   TO   BE   silenced   with   a   kiss,   but   she   resists   the   temptation   as   fingers   interlace  .   Their   twine   frames   languid   in   movement,   producing   a   slew   of   ENVIOUS   glares   from   strangers   clumsily   stepping   on   each   others’   toes   in   the   distance  .   ❝   Color   me   impressed   !!   Now   tell   me   somethin’   ya   can’t   do  .   ❞

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Lips overlaid with red leather for his own   c o n v e n i e n c e, reducing conflict between  A SANE AND AN UNSOUND MIND. The lack of concern for this so   i n c o n s e q u e n t i a l    talk now  compelling to sink to an almost imperceptible motion; a whisper brought forward to put the dot. This highly competent consumer of  INSPIRATIONAL FEAR  reeled from an edge of a reckless lack of restraint in claiming the many qualities she withholds; shaped to comply with  THE NEEDS OF A YEARNING MIND, grown  careless for her demise  after such   d i s a p p r o b a t i o n. ❛ A lady so evidently laden with significance, such magnificence to behold, anything but insignificant compared to normalcy. I used to be under the delusion that you were different, but how you’ve offended me… this enmity between us, you’ve regarded my gratitude with such distaste… ❜ THE ARTIST SHIFTED to a narrowing between them, red leather now cupping her chin to tilt it lightly as legs would entwine  as if to take her into captive ; lips hovering closely to a somewhat   s e n s u o u s    degree as the dagger tightened upon its target. ❛ So convince me, how are you ever going to top my expectations when you’ve already failed to comply? ❜

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  NON   COMPOS   MENTIS   IMPOSTOR   OF   AN   ARTIST  .      Ochre   flesh   tainted   with   his   ichor   besmirched   blade  .   The   corners   of   rose   lips   bloom   into   a   boastful   grin  .   She’s   PUSHED   him   to   the   point   of   no   return  .   Though,   it’s   a   pity   she   no   longer   FEARS   death   in   his   scarlet   clad   grip  .   In   fact,   the   longer   she   exists   within   a   fabricated   WORLD   of   incubus   the   further   she   desires   to   become   a   mangled   piece   of   his   so-called   (   and   piteously   cherished   )   art  .

 ❝   You’re   just   a   novice  .   ❞   She   whispers,   hoping   to   singe   his   skin   with   those   words  .   ❝   Come   on,   man  .   Do   you   really   expect   me   to   take   you   seriously   when   all   your   works’   been   handed   to   you   in   here   on   a   silver   platter   ??   Think   again  .   In   order   to   impress   an   audience   ya   gotta   have   a   more   CONVINCING   story  .   So   --   --   impress   me  .   ❞

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so like. mobius lesbians.

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OH, TO PLAY WITH HER POWER MORE IS BEYOND MORTAL COMPREHENSION. she could ensnare thine scrawny neck, weave firmly taut phalanges of exuberant charms; restricting breath, she, a snake, had you toppled; willingly you obliged, testing her own durability for the time to pounce in retaliation. every constricting pressure gritted teeth, silencing soft groans; from presentable toothy crevices into sharp sibilation did sounds produce, t’was an easy testament digging at the seams for the commonality of female’s lust, sought for personal gain in their feud. her attempts futile, to no avail; permit her once, however, to exhibit these ‘signs’ of dominance,

‘ Hmmph. I find that hard to believe. … you’re holding back. ’ replied the artist.. the masochistic maniac. the photogenic photographer. the man of questionable morals.

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  SILKEN   SKIN   SWATHED   IN   A   LAYER   OF   SWEAT  .   White   knuckles   rouged   at   the   tips,   she   fastens   leather   straps   to   BUCKLES,   furling   fingers   taut   in   slovenly   locks   of   KOHL-BLACK   hair  .   Oh,   but   how   bittersweet   the   lips   of   betrayal   taste   upon   hers’   in   a   CHASTE   kiss,   teeth   pulling   (   and   sucking   )   the   bottom   until   she   draws   BLOOD  .   This   isn’t   a   formed   UNION   of   love   and   all   things   sweet,   it’s   a   release   of   tensions   swelled   both   physically   and   allegorically  .   

  ❝   Am   I   holding   back   now   ??   ❞   She   digs   into   his   HIPS   with   a   huff,   shoving   his   (   tragic   yet   beautifully   sculpted   )      face   onto   the   grimy   FLOOR  .      ❝   Or   do   you   WANT   me   to   kill   you   ??   ❞

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I love her???

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poorlittlejoseph:

    Fix it. He nearly laughs. Fix it like what? Like the wound he stitched on her side? Like a papercut in need of a band-aid? Maybe at one time Joseph thought something like this could be fixed, but not anymore. STEM left a scar on his mind. A deep impact that cannot be healed or fixed. Whatever plagues him now is a fervent reminder that he can never escape the trauma he went through. Nor the monster he became. 

        As long as he’s breathing, his hand will be on that gun, his finger so close to the trigger. 

    The bitterness he has tried so hard to lock away spoils his mind, but he swallows back, forcing it away - just a little bit longer. Instead, he focuses his attention on Torres, quietly observing the fire in her stance, how desperately she fights to survive even as he keeps her upright… He envies her then. 

    Rounding a corner, they find themselves at the console she spoke of, the light emitting dully from the computer screen. Joseph lets Torres go, but sticks close to her side in case she suffers a fall. The codes on the screen are foreign to him, endless strings of numbers and symbols that spin themselves into existence line by line. The room begins to tremble. Looking over his shoulder, Joseph sees the walls crack, black shadows spilling out from the splitting concrete. 

    “As ready as I’ll ever be…” He murmurs, looping a hand around her waist, dragging her arm over his shoulders to hoist her into a half-carried stance, embracing this comradery they seemed to form like survivors at the world’s end.  

  BRUISES   AND   LACERATIONS   ARE    INCONGRUOUS  compared   to   their   (   permanently   )   damaged   psyche    ---   ---   deeply   rooted   like   a   mnemonic   device   that   could   trigger   at   any   given   moment  .   They’re   now   a   DANGER   to   society  .   Misfits   plagued   with   hellish   nightmares   only   death   itself   can   f   i   x  .   Truth   is,   Torres   accepted   her   fate,   but   not   the   price   paid   for   enduring   MONTHS   spent   in   STEM  .   

  Taut   jaws   prevent   lips   from   speaking   while   fingertips   slide   across   the   keyboard,   eyes   entirely   focused   on   every   keystroke  .   She’s   heavily   intent   upon   ridding   themselves   of   this   place   in   every   way   possible  .   While   his   arm   loops   around   her   waist   he’s   met   with   a   gentle   smile   from   worn   (   and   tired   )   features  .   They’re   so   close   to   freedom,   she   can   nearly   taste   it  .   

 ❝     .  .  .   don’t   let   go   of    me  .   I   dunno   what’s   gonna   happen   when   we   shift   into   the   marrow   together  .   ❞   Without   another   THOUGHT   she   presses   enter,   propelling   the   pair   into    pitch   darkness  .      ❝   Joseph   ??   Ya   still   with   me   ??   ❞

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torres, come hide in my bush !!

❝  I   knew   ya   were   older  ,   but   I   didn’t   know   you   still   had   a   bush …   get   with   the   times,   Wong !!  ❞

@bitchspy

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OOC.   everything   has   been   queued !!   yay,   progress . 

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choke me harder

❝   I   won’t   stop   until   I   hear   the   BONES   in   your   neck   C R U N C H . ❞

@warphoto

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( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

                   ❝ …   don’t   you   ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)   at  me,   man  .   ❞