#brighteyedkeeper

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@brighteyedkeeper liked for a starter (forever ago):

"So what if you're some... weird... thing?" She wasn't really certain what Patrick was, merely that he was something. "I mean, I killed a bard in my sleep, I don't think you're the most concerning person-thing here." Ah yes, that was definitely the best way to comfort someone. Excellent work, Nim. "I'm still killing Nere, though."

[mxgicshxrd]

"Xrays. After the first time, they're a real problem."

Predictive Text Writes Sentence Starters||Accepting!!

Patrick's comment was causing Lizzie to experience series of shudders, and chills, causing the lightning to flare up her eyes the white blue colour. Leaving her body, it slithered along the ground, snaking towards the nearest transformer. Shorting it out, the two were bathed in darkness, sparks shooting out of the transformer, the streetlights all flashing out. Wrapping her arms around herself, she started rubbing them, averting her eyes from the wraith. "Its been a long time since I lost control like that, and I think you had something to do with it."

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[urlgh0st]

@brighteyedkeeper // something lives inside you.

Shift stands near ?Patrick?, and they're not hiding the stare they're giving him. They aren't sure if he... Knows? There seems to be something either inside him or keeping a very, very close eye on him. They're not sure if it's more polite to tell him or let it go. They give an attempt at small talk.

"i've never been on a b-bus befORE!"

Their tone shifts up to a near yell at the end.

[lockpikd]

"Can’t sleep?” // @brighteyedkeeper

-- ROBIN appreciates the concern. Really, truly, genuinely. But God alive. He's back in her house wirhba mug of tea (always got one just for her, perfect temperature and sweetness.)

She takes it, watches his features flicker in the gaslight. Always calm just the eyes shiuft around in a way her brain can't quite parse. Blame the --

"Nightmares. Yeah." A shrug because, what are you going to do? Just shoulder it. Hardly even know the guy and...

And okay, she's not stupid. A good cold reader. She's seen Patrick in the crowd before, even if he'd been ripped apart during a Standing Ovation. He was back the next day. Studying her, watching her.

He was part of whatever was going on between her and the Ring Master, this new contract she found herself having to fulfill.

But what side was he on? How much was smoke and mirrors?

She sniffed the tea then took a sip. Settled in against the heavy green couch, knee lazily curled up near Patrick's legs. If he was part of this and he was going to do something, he just could, couldn't he? The fear looped back around to calm. Like her brain just couldn't process the sheer level of panic, confusion, chaos and carnage and it just twisted itself into this existential acceptance and peace.

"It's good." The question unspoken: what are you doing here at this hour?

[lockpikd]

In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?

MIS doesn't see themselves as hero or villain, simply IS. a force, the Trickster seen everywhere across eons of legends. The fool tarot card, hand held tight with CHANGE because what's more important than changing the status quo? Shaking up the norm. Every king needs to be humbled by a sacred clown.

ROBIN sees herself as a tragic hero, trying to free herself from the clutches of what's befallen her. I gotta explore her culpability in it because if she's slightly Wrong about her role in things that might be neat. Like maybe Mis was gonna let her go until she threw it in his face or something. Gotta chew on it

// @brighteyedkeeper

[wileytm]

@brighteyedkeeper asked: [ 3AM ] a dark graveyard thick with petrichor, well beyond visiting hours.

once upon a time, wilbur had been the superstitious type, when it came to cemeteries. he'd watched his feet to avoid walking over graves, took care to never step backwards if he could prevent it, and never brushed the stones except to lay coins atop them when appropriate. he'd been polite and mannerly and had given the spaces belonging to the dead their due respect, the way a man did when he'd spent half his life in them.

that respect was utterly absent now, as he leaned against a crumbling headstone, letting the monument take his weight without so much as a glance at the name it memorialized. it was dark - as dark as a place could be on a plane where everything reflected light, even in the absence of the sun - the only illumination coming from a flickering streetlight further down the hill, the days mourners having long since gone on with their evenings. to passerby, if they even managed to spot him amongst the irregular shadows, he might even appear to be one of them, a man so lost in grief that the hours had slipped by without his notice.

leaves crunched under a foot nearby. wilbur didn't move.

"we gotta stop meetin' like this, my friend." he greeted, his voice a jagged blade that tore the silence more than punctured it. he didn't even turn to face patrick, only let his eyes fall from the star carpeted sky a moment after he'd spoken to settle upon his fellow - fellow what?

he still hadn't figured that out. he consulted the recess of his mind that usually housed a stream of constant information from his lords about anyone he interacted with - fears, ambitions, desires, purpose - and was met with the particular flavor of silence that was becoming ubiquitous with patrick. his grin widened with a sort of genuine delight that might have been enough to trigger the part of a human's mind that screamed predator - if patrick had been fully human. wilbur wondered if the impulse came anyway, like his own human instincts sometimes did, or if the being that supplanted him suppressed them entirely.

"folks are gonna start t'talk, if'n we keep this up."

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@brighteyedkeeper liked X for a single line lyric starter

“She takes all things back from the living.”

[afarfriendis]

( @brighteyedkeeper car wishlisttttt)

-- AH CRAP AH CRAP. pockets full of rocks and some guard dogs on their tail, Rocky ducked into the first car they saw in the parking lot. Wasn't this an open trail? Who cares if they took a few artifacts, right?

Heart thud thud thudding, they nabbed the keys from the visor and didn't question the luck too much. Hounds snarling as the engine roared to life-- something thudded hard against the trunk as they backed up, again as they lurched forward and tried to pull out of the lot.

Something hovered in the rearview mirror-- could you please be more careful with my body? something shimmering with too many eyes and , God she hadn't even had LSD recently what the heck ! She tore her eyes away and tried to focus on pulling out onto the highway, too much traffic to just pull over anyway.

Something started groaning from the trunk and she screamed. The car lurched forward, the object in the trunk thudding against the sides again.