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@darkdrinker / cont.
“Quetzalcoatl?” Orochimaru returns the word, playing with it on his tongue, a feathery serpent, one of ancient legend? That is all the Sannin knows of the subject, his research having steered him in another direction. But his attention had been earned, curiosity piqued. “I care not for riddles or secrecy. If you have a question, you may speak it.”
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“That’s all it took, wasn’t it? A bobbypin in Aparo Park and it was all over. You didn’t even need it, you just wanted me to barge in so the people in the house would wake and then use me to...”
He’d played right into One’s hands back then. Back then? This wasn’t his history, he didn’t cause the death of Harleen’s uncle Phillip. He didn’t even know the woman, and yet there was a pull to her in his memory, affection--attraction?--, even without her in his life now.
“You knew everything I would do. Do you know me so well now?”
̛Wh͘a͘t?!͞ ̨I͟t's͡ ͞çha̛r̸m͝in̷g!̴ W̧ho d̢oə͟śn't҉ likə si͢ft̶i̸n͟g ̛th̕ŗo̶ug̡h ̸s̶h̀i̡tty ̴ə̨a̶r̀ly ͜2010̡ ̛hor̛r̨ortərror̀ ͞m͏əmə̴ ̸fonts̵ a̷ńd͠ ̛ţəx̨t͘ ͝a̸l҉t̛ər͡ ͏th̀i̕n̛ǵs?
}- EVERYONE}– EVERYONE DOESN’T LIKE IT YOU CHILD.
-- @darkdrinker
“You can stop skulking around you parasite.”
Listen when you’ve had Zeppelin on repeat humming like a gnat at the back of your mind for the past few hours you’d be mad too. So when calling the thing like a dog doesn’t work, well, Trystan has a way of putting this dog on a leash. The whispers are crawling up, an itch begging to get scratched, and it bleeds out a dark inky ebony across sclera. Spiderwebs of shadows crawl under his skin and the lights flicker as he narrows empty pitch black eyes and curling fingers that are distorting into shadowy claws.
It’s a bit like dipping your body in a vat of ice cold water scalp first. There’s something almost cathartic when he stretches out his powers, really reaching with them. A noise, distorted, feral, something akin to a sigh leaves his lips as he reaches, reaches, and finally --
Just the tip, something familiar, this One made the mistake of touching him. So claws plunge into the shadows, snaring around a tendril. It’s unsettling how good It feels wrapping around his fingers before Trystan is pulling and snarling out words.
“I s̵a̸id̕ ge̸t ơve͢r͢ ͏h͏e̡re.̴ N̵o̕w.̸”
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The fuck’re you?
dar̢k͝drin̛kə͡r
(The pollution monster from Fern Gully looks to make it on his own as a child-stalking DJ.)
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“I’m not sure who or what you are, exactly... but I have a feeling I won’t be too adverse to whatever those things might be. Care to step out and converse? --of course, perhaps you don’t... I’d figure if that’s what you wanted in the first place you’d have done so.”
Calm-- she remained calm- perhaps a little too calm. But that was how it went for her nowadays, wasn’t it? Her mind being a little more open to the less than friendly creatures that did and simultaneously didn’t exist. Who existed to torture humanity with or without trying-- just another glimpse into how fragile humans truly were, wasn’t it?
“Is there something I can do for you?”
Smash or Pass: darkdrinker
Can I smash it with a fucking truck or something?
Pass, obviously.
