▪ ♪ ♩ ♫ ♬ @5weetheart sent: You could've yelled for help! ~ Sabrina!
“Could have!? How did you not hear me screaming bloody fuckin' murder in there while the lights were flickering their ass off and a bloody thing manifested in front of my eyes and...” his hands rose up and began to flail around in vague circular motions, a gesture meant to symbolize the near tornado-like whirling of every possible projectile not nailed down in the room. If his screaming couldn't be heard, how the hell had that not been loud enough? When his hands finally dropped back down to his side, he huffed.
As if the brief physical activity had been enough to quench the adrenaline rushing through his body.
“Nothing? You heard none of that?” Suppose it wasn't impossible for the entity to be able to generate a sort of field around its area of activity and... stifle the noise created. An intriguing phenomenon. Frustrating, but intriguing.









