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@periculux
"I'll pay for that. Have as much as you want."
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"You should be honoured by my lateness, that I would even show up to this fake shit."
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He chuckled—stranger danger and all that, which any other child would have done well to listen to. Gilgamesh, however, was not the average child. Confidently he tucked his hands behind his head tilting his head back to properly look the other man in the face.
"At the risk of sounding cliche, I’m one of a kind; you won’t find anyone like me anywhere else. You can call me Gil, if only you give me something to call you, too."
They were from two different worlds. It was better that they knew only their surfaces -- who knew what Ulfe would say to him if he knew what Gilgamesh really was? But he seemed harmless, and that was enough for him to not have any suspicions. "Cute. You can call me Ulfe. That name suits you well."
halloween AUs
Deep conversations and wow i wonder what you look like under that scary mask AU
Everyone thinks we came to this party as a couple because our costumes match what’s your name AU
Babe i know it’s halloween but we have to take my little brother/sister trick or treating before we can go out AU
Working together in a haunted house AU
You’re dressed as a sexy cop and oh god please arrest me AU
FUCK! YOU SCARED ME i’m so gonna get you back for that AU
Carving pumpkins AU
Working at a halloween store together wow try on his costume for me?? AU
Dare you to walk through this haunted cemetery with me AU
Ouija board thinks we should fuck AU
Aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating?? AU
This haunted house is terrifying please hold me AU
hALowlween auS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
RELIGION.
Ulfe doesn't have a set belief in 'God', His messengers, 'Satan',demons or divine beings. With how totally trapped his life was, it was really hard to tell if there really was a big man up there writing his story or if people were left to their suffering. When his mother was around, she'd try to tell him to pray; but he disobeyed out of spite. It's not to say he doesn't want to believe it -- but a lot of his long-comings were achieved by himself and he doesn't base his fortune on fate or assistance of divine power.
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"Just walk in like you’re supposed to be there and start ordering people around. That’s what I usually do."
"You mean be a prick?"
Receiving anybody into her apartment feels odd, as she rarely allows anybody accompany her there, no matter the motif. However, to have a guest, although it is somebody hired to clean the mess she has made, feels nice to an extent. “I rarely come here, so I try to keep it clean as much as I can." She closes her eyes, as she takes a sit back on the couch, cupping her cheeks with her hands, as she glances at him, observing how the sight of blood does not appear to awake feelings of fright inside his mind.
But she is surprised the moment she hears that question, as nobody before has asked for a name, but attempted to leave quick. “It’s Evelyn. That’s all you need to know. What about you? But since you don’t seem afraid of coming to clean this mess, let me give you a piece of advice." And she chuckles, before turning her head, eyes averting to look at him, before parting her lips again in order to continue her phrase. "You shouldn’t accept being hired once again by this company. there are few of us that are amiable enough to let you clean. The last people hired left their houses and went directly to the cemetery.”
"Pretty name." He replied briskly. "Ulfe." He stops dusting and turns his attention to the bloodstained wall. He can't quite tell the age of it with the wall's colour. . . "So how old is this? I'm not equipped for a murder that's occurred over two days ago. If that was an attempt to intimidate me, I'll give your performance a three. Try again later." He approaches the wall, and from a messenger bag at his hip, he pulls out bleach cleaning wipes. Certainly not for deep scrubs -- at best he'd have to go out for a bucket of paint to paint the entire apartment over. Something he had to do a lot, so much that he'd often get discounted prices. But the warning of his employers this time was most interesting. Just who could they be? If they were so dangerous, maybe they knew about him, what made him dangerous too.. or he was simply paranoid. They were paying him to clean, not question them. That was the best part about working odd jobs -- being able to not give a single damn about who it was that hired him. "Dogs like me don't really give a damn about our lives. If cash is their offer, my service is theirs. That's how the world runs."
“Even when I told them not to do things like these and leave me alone…please go ahead then.”
Despite discovering the motif for which he is there, Evelyn tidies after herself, folding the blanket and taking the pillow from the couch; she can take them back to the bedroom, yet she sighs, wondering what goes through his mind. Her apartment is not special, yet the blood from the walls might induce the worst kind of thoughts or so she assumes. However, she tries to treat him properly, as he is there to merely do his job.
“Do you want anything to drink? Please tell me if you need anything or if I should help you. Don’t worry about your payment, you’ll get it anyway for helping me clean.”
"You take your complaints to them then. I'm just doing my job." He flicks the light on and sighs. Blood, even if it were in form of a river hardly has any effect on him. He'd watched it being spilled so many times, he could bathe in it and not even be bothered. His eyes first went to the general space of the room.Clean enough, he supposed. She wasn't like any of those reckless teenagers or thugs trying to dispose of a body, that was for damn sure. "Nah. -- You do a good job at keeping this place tidy. Makes my life easier. Kudos." He closed the door behind him with one hand, and in the other he held a feather duster to which he began to dust off a table. "So. Your name. They just gave me your room number."
The voice startles her, but for a moment she makes no movement, howbeit decides it is impolite to ignore him, although she is not the one who has hired him. Once again, her superiors have taken pointless decisions, without informing her, but if he is there, she may as well allow this person do his job. But she gets up, turning her head so she can take a proper look at the one who has entered the moment she simply has wished to sleep.
“Not quite..Your visit is surprising though. So, why did those people hire you? Nobody told me anybody was going to come; if I knew, you would have been properly welcomed.”
"Housekeeping." To which he replies dully. He must obtain some form of income during the day -- and he does so by taking a variety of odd jobs. Housekeeping like he is doing so, delivery, even repairs.. But housekeeping was among his most unpleasant jobs. He's dealt with reckless teenagers calling him to sweep their whole house after parties, cleaning blood from the walls.. he expected the worst from the woman. "You mind if the lights go on? I'll come back another time if you were going to sleep -- a bit early might I add."
The heart can get really cold if all you’ve known is winter.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster (via quoted-books)
"Well, they’re dead, so I don’t think it really matters to them. Ice cream sounds lovely, though."
Well. That came as a surprise. The kid was awfully bright about it whereas Ulfe would be placid -- "I know a place just down the block." He beckoned with a single finger gesture for the boy to follow him.
"That’s right, you said you were from some place cold! Are you okay?"
"Not dying from heatstroke yet. How would your parents feel about me offering you ice cream?"
"Well, you know, I thought in the fall it was supposed to stop being sunny like this."
" 'pparently not. Still feels like summer. Almost felt like I was going blind when I walked out the door." Sigh.