#afterdeaths

[never-surrender]

@afterdeaths \\ Blue

He was hurt ... quite badly, in fact. Enough so that he didnt' want to go home to his brother and potentially risk a lecture about being more careful... so the next best place? Was Nat's. He wasnt entirely certain she'd be awake this late at night as he made his way slowly towards her home...

Though rather than knocking on her front door like a normal person, he climbed to her window of her bedroom, knocking on the glass plane weakly.

"Ay... lemme in would'ya?" he called, voice muffled thanks to the window. Granted, he could have just broken in ...

The sight of him wasn't entirely the greatest thing to walk in on or wake up to. Face bloodied, eye blackened, his arm hanging at a weird angle from being out of socket, at minimum his glamor was still firmly in place to hide his scars. She knew he was a demon ... but that didn't mean she had to know about the gruesome scars that littered the vast majority of his body

[carnivorare]

@afterdeaths wanted a starter!

"what the fuck is this...?" moby crouched down, eyeing the ring of salt. was this the kind of trap that worked on other demons? it didn't even make sense. all because it represented purity? she blew on the ring, disrupting its shape before stepping over, strictly for the sake of wounding his pride. "do tabletop condiments usually do it for you, or were you trying something new?"

[bldrdsh]

@afterdeaths / starter call ( nikolai kane )

He huffs, leaning over for a second with the grappling hook still dangling from the stone he'd fastened it to before glancing up through a nearby opening out onto the open natural landscape.

Hunt successes always felt the best when received with a view. Out in the wilds here, he vividly recalls the last time he was out like this. The indescribable excitement that came. This had been what Karter & Katrina had said was the true appeal of hunting was.

A moment passes, and air exhales through nostrils, glancing about the tunnel system before him before rubbing his chin with his open hand.

"Onwards & upwards, Kane."

[guttcrson]

@afterdeaths sent: if i tell you all my secrets, would you tell me all your lies? - from rian!

"not a liar." at least not about most things, but he keeps his shit close to his chest. some shit more than others. this is a town where people come and go, where people run away to so that no one knows them. where people disappear.

he doesn't tell a soul he only fucks men except the ones who touch him. doesn't tell anyone why he sends every cent he gets away. doesn't tell why he ran.

so maybe he is a liar in a certain light. "but you feel like unburdin' your soul there's a church in town, though i ain't ever seen you go in there."

[noblehigh]

starter for @afterdeaths : rian .

god, he missed this. hands are on either side of whiskey's face, giving him some good pets, and the pure bliss on brian's face would be hard to miss. animals have always been his happy place, and after not seeing them for so long ( and after everything he's found out ), they're a happy escape yet again. " you're just a handsome boy, " he praises, giving the large horse a firm pat at the base of his neck.

the man catches his peripheral, and he turns his head to lock gazes with him over the gate. " what's good? " he pipes up, chin doing a nod upwards as he speaks. " you just move in? " he swears he's never seen this guy-- but then again, brian can be so unaware of his surroundings, this guy could have honestly lived there for the last ten years.

[aintashes]

daryl's hands make quick work of pulling his crossbow from his shoulder, bolt already notched in its deadly groove as it's pointed at @afterdeaths' head. he hasn't seen anyone new out here in long enough that a stranger suddenly appearing is somewhat suspicious to him. to be fair, daryl's outings have not exactly been frequent as of late, but he's not the only one from his communities who comes out here.

in the old days of alexandria, daryl would have been perfectly happy to find someone new. it was his job, aaron's smiling face right by his side the whole way. now, though, resentment boils in his gut at the thought of bringing in someone new. at the hurt they could bring with them. ‘ drop it, ’ he demands. the stranger's weapon is of no consequence to him. he's confident that he's a better shot.

‘ drop it! now! ’

[abject]

itty bitty teeny tiny thing ! @afterdeaths

❝ 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 . . . 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. ❞ 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 ; 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘈𝘴 𝘌𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. ❝ 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨? ❞

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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ━━━ @afterdeaths , 𝐙𝐄𝐄 + 𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐍 . . .

“ SORRY ! I'LL BE OUT IN ONE SEC ! ” An unprofessional entrance from someone who was, for all intents and purposes, technically running a business. Voice rang out from somewhere within the home, stacks of this and that scattered throughout, towers ( short but impressive ) of books threatening to topple over with one false move. It was the home in which she had grown up in on and off while not on the road, and now it was the home which desperately needed clearing out.

A handful of moments passed between the time when the voice was heard and the appearance of a lanky blonde figure, but when she finally entered the space it was clear that the mess around them was in fact hers ; somehow, she and the room seemed to look alike.

“ Are you the one who I - ? No, we didn't talk on the phone, right? I think that was a guy . . . whatever. It's fine. Are you looking for something specific in here, or do you just need directions back to town? These back roads really throw out-of-towners for a loop . . . ”