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#@me & adulthood

[kommgehmitmir]

creature:

The Being was all too easy to ensnare. All he needed was a little interest, a little kindness, and he was caught; and, in spite of the wariness beating in his breast, he slunk forward to crouch down among the bushes. He was curious, truth be told, to see what this Beast might look like when examined properly in the light, but the creature seemed almost shy; and naturally, given his own appearance, he well understood a desire to keep oneself in shadows. 

     “O, it was not!” he replied emphatically. “Nay, it was not; your voice, sir,      is sweet, and if you will sing again, I will remain to listen.”

       He shuffled back. The woods were so dark, with wide canopies of trees shutting out all available light, save for a few slivers which he was sure to avoid. How long had it been since he himself had seen his body proper? Too long, but then again, he had never really cared. The Beast knew what he was, and he was not ashamed of it, but he would never draw anybody in looking the way that he did, so he kept to the shadows and used the light to his advantage. Nobody saw beyond those small pools, and so he was safe from prying eyes.

       ‘ Die Vögel wollten Hochzeit halten in dem grünen Walde. Viderallala ! Viderallala ! Viderallalalala ! Die Amsel war der Bräutigam, die Drossel war die Braute. Viderallala ! Viderallala ! Viderallalalala ! ’

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wayfarcr:

𝓣he creature’s warning elicited a slight shiver from the boy, his skin prickling with apprehension. Though he wanted to find a way out of these winding woods, it was dangerous to wander off. Whether it was some monster or that crazed Woodsman, these woods were teeming with vicious beasts that lurked behind every corner. 

But Wirt had to get to Adelaide as soon as he could. Otherwise, Beatrice would be stuck as a bluebird for the rest of her life. And right now, Adelaide was his only hope of getting out of here. “W-What do you mean? I know that this place is ah, creepy and all, but this is the fastest way to get to Adelaide’s house… I think.”

       ‘ Adelaide’s home is so... stuffy. ’ Adelaide on her own was harmless, for she, like the Woodsman, had fallen under his influence long ago, fearing the night air and worshipping the dark. Her home lay at the edge of creation, a ship afloat on endless, rolling grasses, but his domain lay in the woods, and those who entered Adelaide’s house and never returned were useless to him. He could not very well make a tree out of those who stood outside of the forest, and without a tree, there could be no oil to burn in the lantern. Besides, Adelaide provided purpose, and purpose staved off hopelessness. He would have to turn this child from the path, or another precious source of fuel would be lost to him.

       ‘ Stay out here in the woods with me, ’ he offered, spreading his arms. ‘ Whatever you’re doing can wait, can’t it ? Adelaide won’t take visitors so early. I know the way, and I’ll show you, but first, you should sit and rest. The Woodsman is well away; this clearing is safe. ’

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wayfarcr

       ‘ And here I’d thought you’d gone forever. ’ Oh, there was no point trying to persuade this one. If he gave up on his own, the Beast would certainly fall upon him, but he remembered with perfect clarity what had happened last time he’d involved himself with the boy.

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askmabelangelo

       ‘ I like your singing. Will you sing something for me ? ’

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strongerthanthetwoofthem

       Two souls in place of one -- that was not something that he had any interest in. On the contrary, he was wary of it, and kept to the shadows. Best to send them on their way without the Woodsman getting involved. ‘ You don’t belong here, do you ? ’

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anomaliies

       ‘ Did you come to the woods alone ? I don’t think you did. Aren’t you missing somebody ? ’

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fxntiine:

   The explanation didn’t sit well with her, not one to trust strangers. They’d never given her a reason to, people feeling no remorse it would seem in pushing away a toddler, a little girl. Occasionally she’d be given a sous or two, but most of the time she’d be expected to work for any coins, just as she was doing. 

   A shake of her head was given, Fantine too scared to speak. Her body was telling her to run back to town, back to the lights and the bigger girls who would probably scold her for going off into the woods so close to dark. 

   “N–no, thank you,” she said, stammering through the words. At this rate, the firewood wasn’t worth it, she’d rather get the scoldings and boxed ears. 

       ‘ That’s all right. ’ His tone was as reassuring as he could make it. ‘ You know the way back to town, don’t you ? I don’t need to tell you anything. You’re a smart girl, and I’m sure you’ll find your way without any help .’

       But the path would be lost to her now, for she had lingered too long; he would follow her the moment she started walking, and when she crumpled from exhaustion or despair, he would seize her. This flattery would only make the inevitable fall all the harder -- hopefully. There were children with real pluck who passed through his forest, but they always gave in eventually. It was the brave ones that you had to be wary of; they went to great lengths to escape, going so far as to resort to physical violence, and, though none had ever touched the Beast, he was wary of them. This child didn’t seem one for fisticuffs, but he could never tell. Desperation could drive humans to do terrific, terrible things. It was good that he himself was both terrific and terrible.

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       ‘ Are you sure you want to go that way ? Nobody likes what lies that way. ’

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Wirt: oh boy

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this is a starter call.

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walter:

        The Beast spoke so nonchalantly, and it was almost… lulling. It was a trap, it had always been from the start, but even in their first encounter, Wirt had nearly fallen victim to the words that brought Gregory down. The vines and roots that wrapped around his limbs– Wirt couldn’t forget. Not a single moment as it made his breathing shudder and heave briefly. The memories of clogged lungs, of the coldest nights, they rang so clearly with that wispy voice in his ears.         There was something about it that caused something in his mind to radiate, a feeling of… calm. Belonging, and his hands came up to thud the heels of trembling palms against his head. Again, again, thud thud thump. Why would it start now? Why would it feel so strongly with this– thing here. “Leave… Leave me alone. I’ll– I’ll finish the job this time.” He spat out, stamping a foot, trying to appear imposing…         It didn’t work. No part of him was imposing. He was weak and frail and scared and insecure, the seed lon since planted was waiting so eagerly to sprout, and it was all the more encouraged with this weakness. “Go away– Go away! Greg– He isn’t a tree and… And why would I want to visit a tree?? I messed up already I-I can’t– I can’t mess this up too!”

       ‘ Now, now, Walter, aren’t we good friends, you and I ? Old friends, the best of friends, and nobody knows you like I do. I’ve seen your soul, Walter. ’ And he wanted it. How a pessimist had escaped his forest, he couldn’t say; it was unheard of, and it moved him close to anger. Wirt should have been the easiest to bring down, and though the younger brother was certainly satisfying, he couldn’t believe that the elder had gotten away. If he had to drag himself up out of the Unknown and into this boy’s nightmares, he would, night after night, as long as it took to draw him back in. He would have this child to burn if it took him two lifetimes.

       ‘ Gregory is a part of the forest now. Don’t know that all things must die and return to the earth ? But I suppose that you don’t care to see him anymore. After all, you did leave him with me. He must not have mattered that much to you. ’ The threat was deflected with a wave of a dark hand; without the lantern here, Wirt could do him no harm, and so he pressed his advantage, stepping closer.

       If only he could reach out and touch him, force him back below the surface and into his domain. This helplessness was nothing to him outside of the Unknown; the Beast himself barely existed, more memory than physical being. ‘ Do you really want to be alone, Walter ? Do you really want me to go away and never come back ? None of the people here understand you, do they ? They don’t know what you’ve been through. But I do. I care about you. ’

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THE 15th ICON IN YOUR ICONS FOLDER IS YOUR MUSE'S REACTION AT FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S JUMPSCARES.

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[imnotmagical]

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imnotmagical:

“What could you possibly do to help?”

       ‘ That depends on what you want. I am always here to help. You look a bit lost. ’

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creature:

As the large eyes blinked open and came properly into view, the Being halted instinctively, and his shriveled lips parted as he hitched in a breath. He was well-accustomed to seeing in the dark, as his life had primarily been a nocturnal one by necessity, but even his gaze could not quite pierce the blackness around him and perceive the Beast as well as he might have liked. All he could make out was a dark form, not unlike a tree, and those awful, glowing eyes. 

           “… You did not. I came to see the source of your singing;            I have found it, and now I will depart.”

       The Beast withdrew behind a tree, spindly fingers curling around the trunk as he peered out at the creature with wide, unblinking eyes. Truly a nasty fellow, a mess of parts all cobbled together, unnaturally tall and thin with skin that looked as though it might peel off at any moment. Was it half-dead already? Was it worth turning into a tree? Did it even have a soul to burn? It obviously had something like it, or the Beast would not have been able to feel it, but would it burn in the lantern? Would it make good oil? He hummed low, mostly to keep the other’s attention while he thought. Innocence would do to keep it here for a time, and the Beast could decide what to do with it.

       ‘ Did you like my song ? ’ The voice, though deep, was sweet. ‘ Nobody comes to hear me sing, and all day long, I traipse through the trees and hope that someone might stop and listen. They never do. Would you like to hear more ? Or was it awful ? ’

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( kommgehmitmir ): ISN’T HIS VOICE SO GREAT ( ignatiius ): I ( ignatiius ): EXPECTED IT TO BE CUTE ( ignatiius ): HONESTLY