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[antialibi]

THE ECHOES OF HER LAST                         question bounced sharply off low - hanging clouds,   their heads dipped in  chilly  condensation.     street - lamp lights could not reach them here ;     this landscape of  shadows,   the wind pouring over the roof’s ledge with  endless shrieks.     charlotte could hardly make - out the hard outline of the edge     -     that which separated them from  standing with sure footing   (   sure enough to run!  )   and  free - falling towards the concrete  below.     the vessel kept her distance,   both from the blurry,   ambiguous ledge and the doctor.     slowly,   as the darkness  digested  her form and existence,   charlotte might cease to be present.     don’t look away now,   she’ll be gone once your turn back.     but for now,   her stare lingered.     charlotte ignored the apology,   but nearly  sighed in satiation  as dr. morrison’s confusion swirled like some sort of  delicious aroma  in the night air.

*     CONT.     /     @burningvermilion     !                               ❝   you’re fine,   ❞         she assured,   tongue coiled and poised to continue in a manner that would have ended with charlotte’s flat - grey eyes staring  down  at the good doctor’s flailing,   gravity - surrendered  body.     but the pawn pulled back against chaos’ reins.     understanding must come first     -     and no untimely death would ruin that.                 ❝   the endlessness and the inevitability.     tell me more.     this is the first time i’ve  felt  that you’re really speaking clearly,   doctor.   ❞                 she was loathed to allow the doctor any respite from her mangled thinking,   for finally,   a topic worth discussing.                 ❝   endlessness and inevitability can’t co - exist.   ❞

[rcusseau]

            WEDGED WITHIN THE hollowed core of a great banyan fig tree ,  danielle knows they are safe from the beast.   as long as they stay there and stay quiet.   like many things on the island ,  it's something she doesn't understand.   but it is a respected power nonetheless.  like a wild animal ,  as long as it was given the space and honor that it deserved ,  they would be fine.  she doesn't bother to speak until the creature's roars have faded and given way to the subtle sounds of the island ,   birds that begin to sing onc emore ,  and gentle breezes that shift the branches.     ❛   i don't know.  ❜   she answers honestly.  because although she had seen it before ,  she didn't have a name for it and had no way of explaining it to someone.   it was nothing more than another inhabitant of the island. it was something that was purely experienced , and only then , truly understood.

  ❛   we ought to move before it comes back.  this tree won't protect us from everything.  ❜  / @burningvermilion ( x )

[resistinstinct]

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🤔 ; What are some differences between you and your muse?

well, aside from the fact i am not in love with a cannibal ( or maybe obsessed is a better word for it ), i’d say the fact that bedelia is a doctor. i dunno if i’ll ever go that far in my education, tho i’m definitely interested in getting my masters in psychology one day... we’ll see if i go full doctorate haha. um i also think my self control comes from a much more pure place than hers ( as she is quite capable of killing, she just decides not to / opts for self control ). um ye i think those are some of the bigger differences?

munday meme | @burningvermilion