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Wilford :
❝ woah !! ❞
TRULY, he is agasp ! how WONDROUS it must be to not need sleep ( ignore the fact that he doesn’t NEED to sleep either, just does ), the things one could get done in those precious hours wasted on bedrest !! the game shows to host, the people to interview, the investigations to conduct !!! oh, he’s positively beaming at the notion. ( the smile decorating his lips manages to be so very exaggerated that it’s impossible to tell whether or not he’s joking. )
❝ but do you know what it’s like ?? might do you some good, would you like to give it a try ?? OH — we could both try !! would you like to sleep with me ??? ❞
… even moreso, it’s impossible to tell whether or not he comprehends the implication of the words he’s just spoken.
truly it was impossible to comprehend the way his mind worked ( and this went for the both of them--- dark’s own being like an endless chasm with NO LIGHT in sight, but always busy --- he could only imagine wil’s ), so attempting to determine the man’s ‘thought to speech’ process would sooner prove futile than otherwise. that wasn’t to say that wil didn’t think before he spoke, but in circumstances like the one currently at hand, dark couldn’t help but think that wasn’t always the case.
head canting aside, brows knit together as his gaze remains LOCKED upon this oddity of a man before him. of course, the entity knows what wil meant ( or rather, assumed considering the topic of sleep ), but he couldn’t stop his mind from DRIFTING to the secondary meaning of the words spoken. he can only ponder the idea of whether or not wilford is AWARE of said implication.
❝ can’t say i’m familiar with what sleep is like --- having not done so before. i never found a reason to waste precious time laying IDLE for several hours.. ❞ voice calm as ever, there’s a quirk in his lips; corners upturning as a look of amusement overcomes his once stern expression.
❝ --------- what would i benefit from sleeping with you, wil ? ❞
@psychosings // cont.
perhaps he should be a bit angrier than he was towards the man’s snark. perhaps he expected nothing LESS than it ------ after all, this was wil. dark could admire his outspoken nature and his ability to speak his mind freely without FEAR of retaliation. he could respect that.
squinting, there’s a slight arch of his brow at the question of his sleeping patterns -- or rather, lack of. funny how that’s what strikes his curiosity. ❝ sleep isn’t required for me, so no --- i can’t say that i do. ❞
i. don’t say his name. remember the dead birds. remember the red moon. it’s a bad idea. ii. when you do try to say his name, only say it in the dark. alone. whisper it. this is sacred. iii. offer him plums. offer him roses. offer him blackcurrants and creamed honey and champagne and camphor and birch twigs bound by locks of braided hair. offer him blood. iv. wear your love. match your scarves to his eyes. fasten a necklace of teeth around your throat. pretend they’re his. v. if you make promises, keep them. he can find you if you hide. more than that, your heart will break if he doesn’t look. vi. devotion is always an act of beauty. vii. he has no cathedrals. no temples. no kingdoms, save what you clutch in your heart like a gargoyle. this is not a failing of his. it is a failing of the world. fix it. viii. show him your scars. ix. no. show him. don’t cover yourself up. it’s useless. x. you will weep over the lack of him. you will feel it like a stone in your belly. you will never feel more human. xi. peel away your skin. bones. blood. muscle. meat. find him in all your crevices. whatever remains is just you. xii. when you die, he will follow you. he may have killed you. you may have killed each other. this was never going to end well. you know this already. xiii. do not begrudge him his monstrosity.
natasza stark, how to love a god, part ii (via anexpansionlikegold)
Darkness, real darkness, was more than just a lack of light.
Kami Garcia, Beautiful Creatures (via slytherinwritess)
Just let me in.
I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THESE FEELS
as my story came to a close, i realized that i was the villain all along.
oh damien.
What’s devastating is that these are two people who loved each other, who were best friends, who had a history together. And after losing everyone, his killer turned out to be Damien. And that’s why, even now, as heads of the Ego Table, both Dark and Wilford respect one another. They were both driven into madness and vengeance – and the only thing that remains is them and a primary objective.
𝕴 𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚'𝖉 𝖌𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖚𝖕
W̥͚̞̠͎e҉͕͉ļ̵̶̗͕̦̩̟l̶̲̬͓̬̠̹̜̮͞ͅ ̹̠͟͠ͅy̶̻̩̼̳͎̮̯̩o͈̜̭̫͈̲̤̝͜u̢̢͉͈ ҉͎w͈̗̖̼̭͉ͅa̞̪n͢͏͔̖̮͉̼͓̣̘t̜͖̥̀͞͠e̷̵̫͓̟̜̱͎ͅd̹͖̤͕͚̰̰͘ͅ ͡҉͔͖͔m̸̛̠̜̺͕e̷̲͇͖̥̠̱̬ ̙͙̦͍̙̙̖̪̤͟͜h̸͏̘̥e̸͙̯̯͟͠r͏̜̻͝e̮̥͓̻͓̳͠ ͍͎́s̵̙̺̦̣̀o̸̘̙͍͚͈̦̺͡ ̴̛̲̫̻͡H҉̱̮͎E̬̥̪͖̹͍̦Ŕ̷̥̘̦Ḛ̸̢̲͟ ̵̫̥Í̢͇̦̹̞̼͝ ̵̳͘Ạ̡̮͟͟M̬̰̫ͅ!
red man in the eye.
the sound of silence.