𝐄𝐗𝐓. 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒 — 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 — 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.
#⁎ SC.⁰²◞ ACTION! ˊˎ- : 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝙱𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝚂𝚈𝙽𝚃𝙷. [⭑] @arcadeian as SOFIE RENARD &. @nitradiate as THE GHOUL / COOPER HOWARD.
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THE GHOUL’S BLOOD IS BLACK UNDER MOONLIGHT. IT SLICKS THE METAL LIKE OIL, BUT HE CANNOT AFFORD ANOTHER SLIP. AS HE REACHES THE TOP, HIS GLOVED HANDS GRIP THE POLE PROTRUDING FROM HIS BACK AND HE HEAVES HIS ENTIRE BODY IN ONE LAST PUSH.
GROANS CHURN IN HIS CHEST UNTIL THEY’RE GUTTURAL. THEY BREAK INTO A BELLOWING SCREAM, BUT FREESIDE IS DESOLATE. THERE IS NO ONE WHO CARES TO LISTEN; DOGMEAT ALONE WHINES FROM BELOW.
THICK CAST - OFF SPATTER SPITS ONTO THE ASPHALT BESIDE HIS HAT AND SATCHEL AS THE GHOUL FINALLY TEARS FREE. HE COLLAPSES, EXERTED, AND SLUMPS AT THE BASE OF THE POLE.
it’s not his choice that he regrets, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕. an unfair hand in an awfully big blind. at j. griffith’s old lookout, stood upon a mighty precipice, the ante was never easier to pot : one miss lucy maclean, full of woe with nowhere to go but exactly where he needed.
the ghoul chokes on a rankle in his throat. a polyp, a plank, another excision. his spastic breathing bokes bloody pulp and scratches raw the ache in his chest. two hundred years of smoker’s lung and gone - off flesh, SKEWERED AND LEFT TO ROT IN THE HOT MOJAVE SUN; but impalation runs the body cold. hallowed and gaping, it’s hardly begun to heal.
𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 is a girl betrayed and her sucker - punched hope tearing you asunder because she trusted you so much.
he’s wet - coughing up loose clumps caught between his remaining ribs; just below the heart, in the place it hurts most. with stiffening fingers, the ghoul clutches entrail sinew and dislodged tumors that threaten to spill. but his wound still weeps, discharging with desert runoff toward a miraged oasis he’ll never get to see.
blood and bile dribble from his lips. that tang, metallically sharp, suffuses his mouth and burns his tongue with putrid acidity. it tastes like surrender. o’death, cooper thinks, is this is what you feel like? : last - chance contrition and a numbness spread beyond marrow.
dogmeat paws his leg from the peripherals of his vignetting vision—swallowed by the anticlimactic fade - to - black. hallucination is a mercy he might’ve once longed for. low - angled and back - lit like some cinematic twist, her face only makes him sick. “ …cooper? ” sofie whimpers, WORTHY OF A GODDAMN OSCAR, “ cooper—oh my god. ”
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