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@embracedmadness
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Charles’ face appeared on the fuzzy television screen that was mounted in the corner of the patient room. His handiwork, his facsimile of the hospital he had been born in, was something he was quite proud of. But no time for gloating, he wanted to make them suffer like he had all those years ago. “Don’t look around too long, time is running out.”
@zeitlosleben
Charles was frankly no stranger to ghosts having encountered many himself. In fact he made met the ghosts of his so called “loved ones” and even brought them back to physical form.
Brow arched as he leaned back in his seat, his own finger tips touching each other as he examined the ghostly apparition before him. Lips curled into a crooked smile. “Well?” His voice was quizzical as he awaited some sort of answer as a strange gleam of amusement danced in his blue eyes. “If you were planning on haunting me, I’m afraid you’re too late.” The smile turned into a snarl. “My own past has beat you to it. Perhaps it would be more productive to pick a number and wait in a queue.”
like for a starter.
like for a starter.
“But first you must give life...to me!”
like for a starter.
“Isn’t she marvellous?”
seesgood:
embracedmadness:
Charles’ blue eyes glinted as he brushed himself off. “I am not some ‘creepy old man’, I’m Charles Dalimar, miss.” Such an unruly young lady. Women in his day were much more prim and proper, not like her. “I merely wanted some company, that’s all.” There had to be a better way to subdue her because clearly chloroform wasn’t working and she was also quite a bit stronger than him. “Forgive my behaviour, miss. We all get a little lonely sometimes.”
She stared at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion. He said his name like she was supposed to know what it meant. Like she was supposed to have some kind of reaction except there wasn’t one. ❝ Good for you? ❞ Caroline bit back sarcastically, ❝ Well where I come from men don’t ask for company but grabbing women. ❞ Unless they were serial killers or otherwise deranged psychopaths.
A smile spread over his lips though it was not friendly. It was a wicked and horrible smile, the kind of smile that send a shiver down anyone’s spine. “They don’t? Modern men don’t seem very forward, do they?” He smoothed out his suit.
like for a starter.
seesgood:
embracedmadness:
“Ah!” She was much stronger than he initially thought and Charles crumpled to the floor in pain. But despite his discomfort, he still managed a rather sly grin. “Why, yes. Don’t you like being called dear?” His lips curled into a sneer as he rose from the floor. She was a tough one but Charles wasn’t one to necessarily give up either. He always got what he wanted.
She should have run. But something compelled her to stand there, muscles tensed, preparing for a fight. ❝ Not by creepy old men who try to kidnap me. ❞ She retorted, not bothering to explain that she hated pet names under any circumstance. This one in particular. ❝ You have two seconds to tell me what the hell you want before I rip out your intestines and feed them to you, mmkay? ❞
Charles’ blue eyes glinted as he brushed himself off. “I am not some ‘creepy old man’, I’m Charles Dalimar, miss.” Such an unruly young lady. Women in his day were much more prim and proper, not like her. “I merely wanted some company, that’s all.” There had to be a better way to subdue her because clearly chloroform wasn’t working and she was also quite a bit stronger than him. “Forgive my behaviour, miss. We all get a little lonely sometimes.”
Like for a starter with this bald headed piece of shit.
don’t tell me “you can’t do that” ‘cause I will do that
Lmfao, an open where I used an icon of Charles’ mouth gets flagged.
seesgood:
embracedmadness:
@seesgood bc I can.
His hand clasped firmly over her mouth. “Shush, dear, it’ll all be over soon.” He let out a dark chuckle. Little did he know, she could pack quite a punch but he’d soon find out.
Instinct overrides panic a second too late for her to duck away from his grasp, her heart hammering harder when he clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling the scream that otherwise would have reverberated through the halls. Her hand went up to cover his, prying at his fingers in an effort to distract him from the elbow that she jabbed harshly into his side, giving her enough leeway to duck out of his grasp and stumble to the other side of the hall, sucking in a breath. ❝ Seriously? Pet names? ❞
“Ah!” She was much stronger than he initially thought and Charles crumpled to the floor in pain. But despite his discomfort, he still managed a rather sly grin. “Why, yes. Don’t you like being called dear?” His lips curled into a sneer as he rose from the floor. She was a tough one but Charles wasn’t one to necessarily give up either. He always got what he wanted.
hybridxpack:
embracedmadness
@hybridxpack || Stefan
The calm serene scenery of the lush green grass and vividly coloured flowers adorning the headstone was certainly an aesthetically pleasing sight to behold but Charles was no stranger to death. He only narrowly escaped it himself through the practice of magic, science, and god knows what other unholy practices he could get his hands on to avoid perishing. How ironic that a murderer such as him should fear death. His eyes glanced towards the young male and while Charles wasn’t usually one for small talk, he found himself growing bored in the silence and decided to approach him. “So sorry for your loss.” he said. “She was awfully young. Life is quite a fragile thing, isn’t it? Here one moment and gone the next.”
Stefan was always caught off guard when someone started to talk with him when he didn’t expect it at all. He blinked, and didn’t even know what to say, life and death was such a complicated and painful thought at the same time. Especially for him, but of course he couldn’t tell him that. “Well, the big question will always remain, where this gone exactly is. If there’s hell or heaven or if we are reborn, the mystery we will only get an answer to, when we are there too.” He shrugged, not even knowing if he was afraid of that or not. “What do you think is there?” A weird way to start a conversation, from smalltalk to a real deep topic.
“An excellent question, my dear friend. No one can truly know if there is an afterlife and if there is a god who judges us based on our misdeeds.” He fiddled with his ring, blue eyes glancing down at the golden band. “I personally hope to never be greeted by death. Her arms are far too cold for my liking.” The bald headed man chuckled darkly. What a strange conversation but Charles was no stranger to such topics, whether it be death or things related to it like murder. But he wasn’t about to confess to this stranger all the lives he had taken, no sir. “Personally I do like the concept of reincarnation.”
@hybridxpack || Stefan
The calm serene scenery of the lush green grass and vividly coloured flowers adorning the headstone was certainly an aesthetically pleasing sight to behold but Charles was no stranger to death. He only narrowly escaped it himself through the practice of magic, science, and god knows what other unholy practices he could get his hands on to avoid perishing. How ironic that a murderer such as him should fear death. His eyes glanced towards the young male and while Charles wasn’t usually one for small talk, he found himself growing bored in the silence and decided to approach him. “So sorry for your loss.” he said. “She was awfully young. Life is quite a fragile thing, isn’t it? Here one moment and gone the next.”
@seesgood bc I can.
His hand clasped firmly over her mouth. “Shush, dear, it’ll all be over soon.” He let out a dark chuckle. Little did he know, she could pack quite a punch but he’d soon find out.
