#𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑. ind / priv / sel / mutuals only / 18+ JOHNNY SAWYER of TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE: THE GAME. semi canon compliant portrayal featuring many headcanons & worldbuilding. also features a verse for DEAD BY DA.YLIGHT & constantly adding new verses / willing to make more.
pls dni with this post.
carrd. promo. prompts. u.sfw sideblog. pinterest. playlist. pinned song credit.
although I’ve been nipping a lil at drafts and replies, I hope someday soon I can fully be here and not just lurk and linger … my job + mental have been too much to even think of writing. 😔
Brows lift as he goes on. Coincidental guesses, or facts as he claimed? she felt exposed, but not bothered. Such attention to detail was fascinating. Not the usual topic for small talk. Odd, but different and interesting, which Laurie appreciated, luring out her curiosity towards him, releasing the tension. After finally getting the hell out of Haddonfield, Illinois, he is the first to pay more than necessary attention to her there. Why to avoid people and let her spoil a chance to start things over again in this new location.
" Wow. Well. Can't smell a thing if I am honest. Sometimes I tend to read too much into things. " Tightness around corners of the mouth vanishes, her grin changing from forced into something more genuine - stretching a bit more as she briefly glances around. She continues with warmer tone, joking lighthearted. "For real, didn't expect to stumble upon a body language expert today."
Shoulders lift and drop with a sigh. Why to even bother and deny it. Would be better she just didn't leave an impression of an awkward one. " Well, got me, though. I am, indeed, a bit overwhelmed. See, a new environment, different energy, much more... extroverted that I'm used to. Still, I like it here. Really. "
" Tell me I am already failing my chances to blend in here, am I right? Are you locals?"
his shoulder rises & falls in some attempt of a shrug -- eyes that squint, briefly, as they take her in whole. scent, appearance, voice. he makes a mental note of everything. call it a bad habit. johnny hums, briefly, as he listens to her speak -- commenting on his observations. perhaps a little TOO on the nose than johnny would've cared to be, normally. WHAT'S A LITTLE STRANGENESS?
❛ blame my upbringin' for the good sniffer, ❜ johnny laughs, lightly, as he makes light of himself. ❛ ain't nothin' wrong with readin' too much into things none either. human nature. some people overthink, some people underthink -- & some? they don't think at all, i think, ❜ smiles with his lighthearted comment. his brow perches.
❛ well, ❜ johnny starts, pursing his lips briefly. they grow into a toothy grin. ❛ i think you're doin' just fine. 'm local, yeah, live more on the countryside. you ought'a take a trip out to the rural side -- easy to clear your head & feel like things are gonna be just FINE, ❜ from experience. from the days he'd escape from his own home, to seek safety & hope for something different. for the amount of people who laid burrowed deep upon the wildflower farms.
❛ give it a couple weeks, i'm sure you'll fit right on in like anyone. glad you like it so far ... though, i am serious. should totally check out the backroads & the rural side. there's some places you can stop & enjoy. not to sound like some MINDLESS HIPPIE, but can be one with nature & not worry 'bout a damn thing, ❜ johnny suggests.
❛ might do ya some good sometime. i ain't sure 'bout you, but i find bein' in the city or town for too long? it can really make ya underappreciate the quiet life. suffocate ya. ain't like much goes on 'round these neck of the woods, at least. ❜
the young vampire's amusement is distinct in the expected way her grin starts to spread, predatory in its curvature. human eyes gleam likewise, leaning against the fine edge of the bar's countertop. nearly forty years of practice by now, and the hunt was still as thrilling. @johnnysslaughter seemed to have stumbled into her lap, so unknowing, yet she sensed a kindred spirit inside of him- smelled it so sweetly- without him even speaking. friend or a simple meal? she wasn't sure quite yet. . . however, she was intrigued all the same.
❝ oh, neither do i . . ❞ tongue lies with such smooth practice, a flirtatious chuckle echoing through a beam of flat teeth. ❝ but i could if y'wanted. ❞
soft chuckle escapes from the borough of his chest, his soul. words that were initially a tease being met with similar energy -- matching, in a way. fingers press into the cool glass, liquor that swirled in circles by circular motions of his wrist. eyes seem to focus in onto her, company that he had watched for mere moments prior to approaching -- taking details into memory that, otherwise, didn't seem too important ( to johnny? every detail was important ).
❛ can't say i'd be complainin' now, ❜ honey southern drawls naturally -- because he didn't see a need to be FORMAL, necessarily. maybe a gut feeling. maybe just a casual meeting. FORMAL didn't look the best on him anyway.
❛ promise you'd bite? ❜ johnny's voice lowers, sultry, taking a sip of his drink, hiding the gleam in his eye. he lowers his glass, cocking his head coyly to the side. the corners of his lips upturn into a warm smile. he lets out a small huff of air, a single exhale of a laugh. ❛ or should i buy ya a drink or two first, then we can talk 'bout BITIN'? ❜ he was going to anyway.
