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“why do you have that look on your face?” //*waves spastically*
The voice startles The Groom out of his thoughts, lips curling with a twitch at the act of being disrupted. What a rude thing to comment on. This displeasure dissolves quickly to be replaced by an even, pleasant expression. There is nothing behind his eyes.
"Look? I must have been daydreaming again... silly me." He says whimsically, looking past the voice and it's owner.
high pain tolerance starters
“[Name], you’re bleeding.”
“How long has it been like that?”
“Did you dislocate a finger?”
“You’re slurring.”
“They say you almost died. You left it that late.”
“You’re snapping. Headache again?”
“You’re in a bad mood. Are you in pain?”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Hey, why are you walking like that?”
“That’s a lot of swelling.”
“Where did you get that bruise?”
“Whose blood is that?”
“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10′, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10′. We’re going to the hospital.”
“How did you not notice?!”
“If it hurts, it hurts.”
“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.”
“Holy shit, how long have you had this?!”
“[Name]? [Name]! Hey!”
“We’re a team. You need to tell me about this sort of thing.”
“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”
“Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.”
“It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.”
“You can’t keep hiding this stuff.”
“I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt.”
more random dialogue prompts ,
“why do you have that look on your face?”
“finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.”
“what have you done to yourself?”
“did you do something different with your hair?”
“it doesn’t do any good to get worked up.”
“when was the last time we had a real conversation.”
“are you in the witness protection program, or what?”
“there’s something wrong with me.”
“no, i don’t hate you.”
“hey stupid.”
“we’re aren’t them.”
“looks like i’ll live long enough to make you pay.”
“you know you’re wrong.”
“i don’t understand, why are you doing this?”
“now, before i say anything, promise me you’ll stay calm.”
“what makes me so special?”
“you have no idea what i’ve been through.”
“you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”
“did you really think you’d get a second chance?”
"how about we don’t do that.”
“i have a lot going for me, but humility is not one of them.”
“you’re the worst.”
“i don’t need you right now.”
“don’t just stand there, looking at me.”
“i thought you were supposed to call me.”
“take my hand.”
“i need you.”
“you’re allowed to need help sometimes.”
“for someone who doesn’t like to feel things, you sure feel a lot of it out loud.”
“when this is all over, i want it to be you and me.”
“why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“you don’t know what this means to me.
“i know it doesn’t make sense.”
“i’m trying really hard to keep it together.”
“i know you’re new, but we do things a little differently here.”
“your voice is putting me to sleep.”
“did you find what you were looking for?”
"you knew and you didn’t even warn me?”
“well, i guess that’s broken.”
“i thought it was part of the act.”
“you think u don’t know you’re only here because they sent you?”
“you promised to call me if you didn’t know what to wear.”
“you can keep a secret, can’t you?”
“how could you do this to me?”
“put the gun down, dearest. i have news!”
“i know you don’t have any reason to trust me, but you need to know something.”
“if you’re here to tell me what happened last night, someone beat you to it.”
“people think i’m weird.”
“i think i’m losing myself again.”
“you can’t be here.”
“i wish you’d come to the funeral.”
“do you know what today is?”
“so, you broke my favourite mug… and you’re breaking up with me?”
“i need to get out.”
“it’s like i’m cursed or something.”
“you are remarkably well-behaved tonight, what have you been up to?”
“you gonna eat that?”
“sir, the pony rides are for children only.”
“i don’t want you to worry about that anymore.”
“we’ll never make it in time.”
“you’d be late for your own funeral.”
“you should have seen it coming.”
“oh, good, you’re here! hold this.”
“why can’t you just be happy for me?”
“on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now?”
“is this how you flirt with everyone?”
“how much longer till we’re there?”
“what have you done?”
“it’s time for you to repay that debt you owe me.”
“where did you get that? who gave it to you?”
“what kind of mother has thoughts like that?”
“i know I haven’t been what you needed, but i’m here, and i wanna help.”
“i never want to hear you say that again.”
“you’re all i have.”
“i know it’s not perfect, but i did follow the recipe this time.”
“i was doing so well until you showed up.”
“don’t eat that! i made it ‘specially for our guest.”
“it’s not that i don’t like my life, it’s that i don’t have the energy to enjoy it.”
“how can you stand this place?”
“don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.”
“you need to stop.”
“i don’t like that look, what happened?”
“is that seriously your password?”
“what’s your problem?”
“you had no right to use it without asking.”
“oh, wow, you weren’t kidding.”
“i couldn’t trust my own parents to protect me.”
“i’m surprised you haven’t been arrested yet. wait, no, i’m not.”
“why do you want to help me?”
“ten bucks for that piece of crap?”
“we have to hurry, they’re coming!”
“hey, look what came in the mail!”
“do you want to get a drink or something?”
“please tell me you didn’t eat that.”
“the worst part is you didn’t even notice.”
“if i wanted help, i would have asked.”
“wanna tell me what’s going on with your grades?”
“you need to leave.”
“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”
“i do blame you.”
“sometimes life deals you a bad hand, but you can still play your cards right and win.”
“you’re no longer useful to me.”
“i’m not good with sarcasm: if you don’t like me, just say it.”
alicemarion:
alice thinks better of mentioning to him that gruesome things don’t bother her in the slightest. it has been years since she’d begun watching countless hours of slaughter on prepaid television, only for her father’s face to pale while she would doze off without a hitch to the sound of rending screams. none of it had ever been real, of course: fiction is somewhat more comforting than the daily news program, less horrific. but she’d since come to terms with her knowledge that those tangible horrors lurked just outside her own doorstep, laying in wait for an opportune moment to seize fresh prey. her mind had since been haunted by the lifting of the gauze over her eyes, a thin veil stripped away to lay the cold, uncaring bones of the world bare.
how can she not worry what secrets they keep in the face of truth? her hand twitches, dull ache of a missing digit the reminder of her undesired knowledge.
the girl continues to watch as a silent debate plays out in his own mind, far from her own concerns. it’s almost a relief when he offers an alternative to listening to the closed conversation that continues at a decreased volume behind the door. once again, she ignores quipping about the late hour to spare them both the embarrassment, nodding in agreement. ❛ that sounds great. i’m about tired of takeout, honestly. ❜ not that groceries were included in their strained budget; though there may have been a few miscellaneous items left over from the family that had previously rented the abandoned vacation home. alice wonders, very sincerely, how long it has been since any of them has laid hands on a fresh vegetable with intent to cook a proper meal.
eddie seems pretty keen on the idea of cooking, so alice drifts further down the hall with a vague purpose in mind, looking all the part of a pale specter with skeletal grace. the cuffs of her pajamas catch every so often on the wood floors, however, which sparks her annoyance. not so ghostly. she’d originally stopped for a glass of water, anyways. surely there was something to be found in the pantry?
❛ i’m going to have a look in here, ❜ she mutters as her head of blonde hair disappears unceremoniously around the corner, feeling around the wall for a light switch. a string hangs somewhere overhead: pulling it yields nothing, leaving the pantry just as dark as before. alice huffs, rolls up her sleeves, and continues her search nonetheless, both bare hands grazing the surrounding shelves and stirring up a thick layer of dust. ❛ ugh, the bulb is out. do you have a flashlight? ❜
Eddie’s shoulders visibly relax, muscles giving way to the fondness she has for his idea. How kind she is. Very much unlike the others... however he has seen her throw tantrums of her own. This gaggle of vile proportions has slowly corrupted her, he’s certain. After all, what girl is born with edges so jagged? They’ve surely been carved for her...as his have been.
“So am I. A homecooked meal is just what we need to warm our spirits.” Gluskin gives another smile as if his mood had already been improved, on an empty stomach no less. With that, he watches the child go, hovering through the halls, occasionally stumbling. A low hum of a laugh escapes his chest. “Hmm.” She reminds him of a cygnet, displaying slivers of grace to come while waddling along after their mother. When she disappears into her own deep waters, Eddie finally follows, footsteps somehow lighter than hers. He has learned not to make a sound.
“There may be something in the cellar...?” He trails off as she asks for proper lighting. The others have the flashlights. They keep them from him... as if he would use them for anything other than something as innocent as this. Shame on them. However, cunning as he is, the former patient retrieves a lighter from his pocket. They don’t know he has the tool. “Here, let me.” Eddie leans forwards, over the girl at towards the shelves. Nothing of use. “Rat poison. We don’t want that do we?” Another small chuckle.
“I’ve been down in the cellar before. It won’t be scary, just a bit dark. Spiders like to make their webs there.”
Wow my first tumblr post? This is just fan art I made for fun! I’m planning on making more in the near future, stay tuned. :)
Am I back? Yes. I think so.
I’m definitely a little rusty with the groom. I’m probably going to go listen to his voice lines and sit with that for a minute.....
[OOC: I really adore your blog very much! ]
Thank you so much for this! I know that you sent this a long time ago but I'm just now really getting back here. I'm so glad you like my portrayal of Eddie! Hopefully I'll be able to stick around here more.