FRANKENSTEIN.

and you wonder why i turn to the needle. it was that or the noose.

[morphien-blog]

@demontouched.

     ‘There have been certain events which mitigated my --- extended absence.’ He doesn’t like lying to Vanessa; there’s something inherently trustworthy in her gaze, however terrifying she might have seemed at one point or another in his life. Still, there’s a kind of thrill that comes with it, twined with the knowledge that at least in some way he knows more than her. One last thing to hold onto, he supposes. ‘But I trust you’ve been well, Miss Ives?’

[morphien-blog]

     ok i can’t believe i haven’t done this yet but :0 like for a starter :0

[sassyarcherboy]

[tobeau]

Hissing, he doesn’t manage to get a gulp of vodka in before the cut begins stinging– he drinks anyway as he’s sure it’ll make up for it.

He’s very good at not moving, doing what he’s told, and he doesn’t mind Victor putting however as much pressure as he wants on him to hold him down. If he screws his eyes shut, screws up his face, it’s almost bearable.

‘Will the pain get much worse?’ He’s expecting a yes.

[morphien-blog]

     ‘I’d be surprised if it didn’t.’ The last consonant comes out sharply, harsh and still. He turns Tobias’ hand this way and that to get a better look at the cut while he’s cleaning it. Surgery, however small, requires thinking in the moment, but Victor has always had a habit of thinking too far ahead: to sterilising the needle, to threading it, to making the first stitch. ‘Have you had stitches before?’

[tobeau]

Tobias lets out a petulant huff; he realises he’s lucky to know Victor, situations like this occur more frequently than not.

He bites his lip when he stretches out his hand in front of Victor, the cut is deep and runs from the webbing of his thumb almost to his wrist. He glances to the vodka and speaks through half of his mouth, the other side caught in a grimace, ‘can I have a sip of that?’

[morphien-blog]

     Wordlessly, he nudges the bottle over with his elbow. ‘Try not to move.’ His free hand locks over Tobias’ wrist and clamps it flat against the table, his palm up to the ceiling. From this perspective it looks almost disembodied, something unattached, incapable of feeling. He tightens his grip in a sort of anticipatory display of strength, and starts to dab at the cut, not at all gently, but efficient all the same.

[morphien-blog]

@tobeau

     It’s a nasty cut, and judging by the placement he doesn’t think he needs to ask how Tobias got it. This of course necessitates a thorough cleaning, which won’t be a great deal of fun, especially considering the fact that all he has is clear vodka. As he’s wetting a piece of cotton with it he says, conversationally, ‘I’ll have to stitch it.’

[morphien-blog]

--- but nothing is cleaned through stagnancy, so move they must. create, they must. DESTROY, THEY MUST.

[jessmariano]

Thank you for coming.

[stanleykubricking]

“Go ahead, pull the trigger. It would be a blessing.”

[museelo]

make me choose: anonymous asked victor frankenstein or ethan chandler