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@abominamentii they missed him

#abominamentii #arita be like.....kisses #IM SO HAPPY UR BACIHKSFHDK #░░☾ paint splatters; munart ☆

❝ really , what could someone like me force someone like you to say ? ❞

* ☆ ── his face communicates the same uncanny beauty of a bisque doll . sibyl played with pieces of cloth stuffed with the remnants of worn pillows , only ever seeing the unglazed - unblinking and expensive faces in shop windows . yorick stares at her like they did , his mouth unmoving like their mouths . he doesn’t goad her to buy him with a sentence that goes unsaid , he doesn’t even ask her to trust him .

but she does .

❝ but if you are --- if you really are something beautiful and special and heaven - sent , tell me . please tell me . i won’t repeat it . it is what you are , isn’t it ? it has to be . ❞

* ⎛ @abominamentii !! ⎠ ── 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 .

#abominamentii #* ☆ ⎛ now there are more of her . ⎠ ── v 3 / post - canon .#rip my soul

@abominamentii kiss kiss fall in love etc.

#abominamentii #(ohshc opening starts playing)#░░☾ paint splatters; munart ☆

@abominamentii hello there

#i like how u just pop up on my dash after 39 years #SADKHHDASKL #abominamentii

“ emptiness : the natural state of all things ”

don’t starve || @abominamentii

“…Natural, you call it. But I am afraid that I beg to differ. I see nothing in all this world that is not meant to be full somehow; be it with life, or the loving of it, with hunger or with feeling. There is nothing of this world that is, as you believe, empty.” Missing a part of ourselves does not render us void; that that much of his argument sits unsaid, uneasy on the wanderer’s tongue, bitten back by his own growing sense of uncertainty. Can he talk with any power of such an emptiness when he himself is not sure of his realness, when he can remember nothing but merely waking one day–whole but barren of all but his doubts?

…He’s not wholly sure. Dwelling on the thought makes him restless where he kneels in the grass at the moonlit silver of a still, silent little lake. Away from the noise of the world far outside, the stranger’s voice seems to echo in the silence of the trees; resonant, but alien. Carvel thinks even in his long while of being wakeful, he has never been met with a voice quite like it, nor the feeling crawling in his blood that accompanies its presence. Nothing mortal. Nothing like him. Not quite a threat, and not quite comforting.

And they talk with such a knowing that troubles him, narrows his wine-like eyes as a heady rush of suspicion joins the sense of strangeness roaring through him. “So what knowledge have you, then–of feeling empty?” In the dark, Carvel shifts. Moves from his knees to his feet as the hood guarding his young, wary face is surrendered to lay upon his shoulders by way of both slim, tugging hands. “Or perhaps I should question what interest you have in the feeling of absence, instead. You say such things to me not without reason. Things like you and I say nothing without reason.”

Though his voice is gentler than the suspicion of his words might suggest. Whisper-soft, silvery upon the night as he regards the stranger with cautious, roaming eyes. “Why do you tell me such things? What is it that you mean?”

#{ ♰ :: Verse ; God Knows I Am Dissonance }#[behold as carvel basically becomes the vampire equivalent of a poofed up cat LMAO]#[he still really doesnt know who he himself is so this is some PRIME SPOOK]#[intrigued but unsure LMAO THATS THE MOOD]#abominamentii

“ you seem scared… is that why you don’t want to talk?”

interrogation starters. || @abominamentii

“Scared…” An answer, at least; but the sound of the Belmont’s voice just isn’t quite right. Hollow, hoarse, sore in his slim throat–the word itself uttered as if without any meaning at all. Repeated for repetition’s sake; though the sound of someone else’s voice appears to have stirred something in the soldier after days (weeks?) of little but silence, struggle, and the slow creeping of sickness settling in his blood. That much shows, makes itself obvious. He is pale, ghost-like in that soft young face–seems a trial to him to even keep his golden head aloft in the dying candlelight as he stares with numb dread to the window, the black, bottomless night outside.

“You have heard him, haven’t you?” The question rises as if out of nowhere, no louder or larger than a whisper struggling heavily from the Belmont’s throat. The hand at the table trembles, curls its fingers inward to a fist (shakes no less for it.) “Howling. Screaming. Like the devil himself…” Though the night outside is silent now, the inside of Leon’s skull scrapes and trembles with the awful, awful sound of a man loved and lost setting the night ablaze with the noise of his pain. The quiet in its place tonight aches around him like an open wound. Leon aches too. Everywhere aches so terribly.

The entity looming where the shadows sway about the walls is looked at with hurting eyes and a face so quietly full of suffering where resolve once would have lorded over all. He is not sure if he ought to be glad of the company–some company, however profoundly strange. “If I am afraid, it is not for my sake.” When has he ever been? His kind heart loves too many people besides to worry much for himself. His own softness would be a thing of comedy any other time, if it weren’t for the profound sense of unease, the pain behind his eyes, or the nausea gripping him tight. Leon’s uncurled hand shifts at that to brush its fingers over the beginnings of a fever at his brow, and there is no comfort, no relief to the weight in his chest when he lets go of a tremulous sigh.

“…I am not feeling my best. Perhaps it’s better I don’t say too much.”

#{LMAO JUST AS P R O M I S E D}#{ a very not well but presently coherent leon feARING IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE LOL}#{tHANK U FOR UR CONCERN YORICK LEON APPRECIATES IT WHEEZE he'll tell you so when he's feeling better}#abominamentii

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Yorick vc : Knight friend :|

Leon vc: ...eldritch...companion....

#abominamentii #{bless tbh leon needs more friends im sure he will come to appreciate it LOL}#{i welcome all people 2 be his friends be they silent hill monsters or eldritch horrors}

@abominamentii said: 💭

((SEND 💭 FOR A THOUGHT MY MUSE HAD ABOUT YOURS))

entry 006; ‘All is not the same now that he has come to me. But then, he is not the same as any presence before him. I feel haunted with him near me, which is rather quaint to say of a thing that...seems to be flesh. But I do not much trust that appearance. An angel--that is what he said, isn’t it? It is not the word I would use, though as it happens I am at a loss for anything more suiting. Not phantom, not flesh, not monster as I have known them; he has never raised a hand to me, though I feel stranger in his company for it.

He is unknown to me in every sense of the word. Who is he really? What does he wish for? What has he to gain in my company?

...I don’t want to dwell on wondering why I fear to ask. Nor why I am compelled to let him keep it.’

#abominamentii #{leon-pondering very intensely in his journals about this guy LOL}#{he aint quite puzzled yorick out yet so hes just >>;;; }#{my strange eldritch......friend???????}