this is the consequence to those who tend to wander in disregard of warning sign & convention: the discovery of the existence of beings that seem to tarry on the outskirts of the majority-decided normalcy, outré & refreshing beings seemingly hidden just beyond the maw of the iron gates enclosing her home. the risk if often worth the reward. the shadow’s gratitude in their audacious wanderings welcomes unreserved sentiments tugging gently at a borrowed reflection, tone peaking in intrigue & candidness. ❛❛ oh yes! i believe that to be very true, as well. but, being flayed alive would require that i actually be alive in the first place. ❜❜
humor relates deep to the being just hidden beneath the flesh of an imperfect replication of someone human, masqueraded in the basic truth that the shadow simply exists. alive requires a beating heart & a furnace-fire soul, a requisite that their innate shadowy being lacks greatly. it’s existence, they think. plain & simple. headstones fill the obsidian gaze, names flickering across intricately designed graves marking those buried just below the surface from where nox stands. they approach her closer, embarking the start of an introduction. ❛❛ keep your friends close, your enemies closer . . . & your dead relatives buried in the backyard ? well, mrs. addams, it seems i’ve stumbled on a whole new breed of peculiar. ❜❜ pallid digits extend from the depths of a dark coat, an open palm an offering of neutrality amidst the circumstance bestowed to them. ❛❛ i’m nox, no fancy title, no surname. just nox. it’s certainly a pleasure. ❜❜
𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑 , the other now had her FULL ATTENTION. for the addams matriarch had been known to dabble in the OCCULT , to dance with the dead as all addams did , but even she hadn't realized that they were not among the LIVING. something off , she'd noticed immediately , but she hadn't been able to put CRIMSON painted finger on what , but still , INTUITION told her that nox wasn't simply DEAD , no. there was something else , something that even she , herself hadn't partaken in. ❝ then do tell me , what are you ? ❞ & whilst QUESTION may have appeared blunt , intrusive , morticia only meant it out of genuine curiosity , for it wasn't often situations such as these arose , so she only wished to LEARN more about it.
however , it was with mention of the tombstones , monuments to addams family passed that drew her attention away from the other , cool fingertips GHOSTING atop the frigid concrete of aunt laborgia's grave. ❝ why , where else would we BURY them ? ❞ for the raven haired woman certainly wouldn't have them anywhere else , why would she ? buried here , even passed , family remained among those that LOVED them , not somewhere far away , alone , lost & without someone to visit them every day , she wouldn't have it. addams have been & always would be buried right here , HERSELF included one day. ❝ a pleasure , indeed , nox , ❞ she offered in return , own had stretched forward to greet his own momentarily before it fell back to clasp her own.
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