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// anyone uhh anyone there

Ah, so this wasn’t a horror story? He wasn’t in a movie or some kind of fantasy? Thank god. It seemed that the other just injured themselves in some sort of weird process.

But The response sounded a bit… odd. Almost perceiving it as sarcasm. Liu couldn’t put his tongue on it But his stomach began to twist out of anxiety, repeating in his head that it was perfectly safe. The brunet had believed his mind would trick him constantly, and place fear inside him that wasn’t needed. Gentle hands were brought up to shift the scarf around his neck, biting his bottom lip before responding.

“ I could… Be better. Are you sure you’re okay? Thats… Uh… A lot of blood. ”

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❛ — Why do you care? ❜

His cold gaze shifted then, towards his hands that were visibly shaking, this was something that he could never really control.

❛ Isn’t it past your bedtime or some shit? Scram. ❜

Something about this kid reminded of himself when he was younger, despite the lack of insanity. The fear, the helplessness, that look in his eyes. It was the same look that he used to give his father upon witnessing the sin that he tended to commit. Never in his life did Alex think he would get that same look. Though-- He was kind of used to it now.

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❝Huh..?❞ The girl in red was simply shocked as he dodged her pretty forward attack. Now she was getting annoyed, she couldn’t land a single hit on him? How pathetic was she? Her glare became threatening just as the four letter word showed up, now she was pissed off.

❝I’m not cute!❞ She snapped at him before she charged at him once again, this time planning on a counter attack & possible defense. Then again, whenever she fought in such a blinded way, her defense always had flaws in it– it wasn’t her strong point, that’s for sure…

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She was persistent, that was for sure. This fact alone excited the boy, causing him to grin, & take a half step forward--Bringing up his knife, he blocked the attack by clashing their knives together, almost like a sword battle; !clank.

❛ — Fine, you’re not cute; Dog. Mm--? Do you like that better?? Fucking dog. ❜

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batarde

Sometimes one has got to become monstrous in order to survive.

Iris Murdoch (via arthropxd)

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❛ — What are you looking at? ❜ He asks, as he washes the dark, crimson blood from his hands

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i get these violent urges and moods where i just want to fight and bleed it’s like an ache in my chest

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She watched his movements carefully, something was definitely off about him. The girl herself stuffed her hands into the pockets of her hoodie, one touched over a pocketknife she always carried around– just in case something went wrong.

❝Curiosity killed the cat, right?❞ For once in her life she asked that question, it was usually the other way around. Not this time, ❝not really. I usually go this way, and I haven’t run into trouble yet so I don’t have a reason to be scared.❞

He could tell exactly what those little fingers were lingering over; a knife, in her pocket. Of course, this was only natural, Alex appeared to be a threat always upon first interaction to the common people, he was used to it. Though, he couldn’t really blame her, he thought-- as his own hand ghosted over the cold blade in his hoodie pocket. ❛ — You’re lucky I’m not in a violent mood, or else I would’ve been your trouble. ❜

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THERE’S BLOOD. HE could notice it from miles away, scent incredibly refined with his cannibalistic veins. Similarly, senses worked much better if there was an ABUNDANCE of such, and the amount of crimson that scattered the ground was certainly an unusual amount, soaking the dark cement with the romantic color of roses. Footsteps were hesitant, but without pause. A slow and cautious approach, soles wadding through the thin splatter of human remains. Even while he adores the smell… even while it washes his nostrils with INTOXICATION, calling to him with the welcoming of a f e a s t… he still feels a rise of nausea at what had been lost. In a state of frenzy, senses paused by the delicious moist pool before him, he sights what appears to be a human(?). Knowing the danger of a ghoul’s presence in the state of such a gruesome crime, he waves a hand. Whether the person had done it or not had yet to cross his mind; nor did he bother discovering the truth of the situation. All he knew was that life had been stolen from the skeletal fingers of death. Calm voice carrying over, readying to escape the scene once he knew the authorities would come.

“Call an ambulance.”

Cold, crimson stained digits ghosted over now decaying flesh; taking the time to adore his work, the way he carved the skin into a neat line down his victims back; lovely. Just the sight caused a familiar grin to spread across cheeks; caused joy & excitement to infect bones, this was his living; his drug, this is what made things seem more... Stable in his life, it was something that he could control... Taking life, having their future & fate rest within the palm of his hand, was something thrilling in itself; satisfying almost. Though, upon hearing-- breathing, features went stoic, & eyes averted to glance at the male standing behind him. Ugh, a witness-- At least doubt was in the air, or else his response to the others presence would’ve been that of violence.