“ you look to be a bit far from home, ”
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“ you look to be a bit far from home, ”
@euphemistiic ♥’d
@euphemistiic continued from {X}
⊰ ‘♕’ ⊱ ╾ “You say that as if I’m supposed to know who you are. Are you of importance?”
The question was rhetorical, presented with a look of sheer annoyance that tugged her full lips into a frown and had her arms crossing testily over her chest. She peered down at him, the spiked heel of her shoe tapping methodically as she inwardly debated on what to do with him. Skulking about behind her like some miscreant about to carry out a plot… what a horridturnout it would have been if he’d followed her any further to her destination.
For him, anyway.
She sighed and brushed tresses of raven hair over her shoulder. A humorless, thin smile began to overtake her features in an icy manner. “Clearly you’re not, if I don’t know who you are. Either that or I’m ignorant and need to be enlightened, though I highly doubt that’s the case. So, if you intend to lurk about in the dark, I suggest you stay there instead of trying to bring light to yourself.”
♘ Nothing like trying to do some good only to yet again be reminded that in the end you will forever amount to nothing, you are nothing, you will stay nothing, and no matter what good you really do you are below me. Great. He’s faintly remembering how nobles or rich blood would speak to him until it was learned of his title, though they’d never admit they were wrong or rude at the time, he was accustomed to it and he knew how to deal with it. Even if he didn’t like it, he was supposed to play his role.
“ Your wallet. “
He reveals the object from his pocket, small scowl present on his features. Richard doesn’t bother walking it over, it’d be the polite thing to do but the very idea of coming any closer makes him ill to the gut. Giving a good firm toss of the object to her he’d be quite amused if she managed to let it slip from her. This wallet is not worth getting stabbed over and that’s partially why he even spoke up over it.
@euphemistiic II X
“Is it? I find it’s a good way of thinking to keep yourself alive in this world that we live in.” This world hasn’t been sane since humans came to believe they were the strongest being on this planet. “Also what’s wrong with a plan that’s a bit colorful?”
A grin came across her face, “did you just say pockets? So you think that people who are insane just show up at randoms points during time. That’s just something people say to rationalize individuals who have a fixation on the darker things of life.” They would rather say that person was the one who had a screw loose in their head. “After all the only other conclusion one could reach is that all humans have darkness in their heart. Then your next question to ask is how much can someone take until they turn to the dark?”
♟ ( from crane also ;;;;;;;3c bet you weren't expecting to see i, corque, )
♟: Patching up a wound
♘Admittedly he hadn’t expected aid, it did help greatly for the injuries on his back. While he tried his best to apply his mixtures and bandage it wasn’t as easy as he wished.
Admittedly the other had gentle hands and wasn’t hurting him, so he had no real reason to fear him. Hugo’s distant grumblings can be heard as he tends to the wounds on his front. Different coloured skin decorated with faded and fresh scars already as he tends a particularly bad gash on his front. He’s hoping the other won’t question the type of wounds on his back, gashes close to the style that whipping would leave it’s not a proud wound he carries.
Dipping green stained hands into the jar of green ‘goop’ he’s created he continues to apply it to blue stained and irritated skin. Before offering the other the opened jar, his over all demeanour similar to a child in an arts and crafts activity in kindergarten.
“ Thank you by the way... “
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"You know who made up that never snitch bullshit? People who deserved to be snitched on." ( from marina )
OITNB SENTENCE STARTERS. l accepting.
‘ OR … people who do not like people who snitch, it seems awful rude – what harm is it if they’re having plain and simple fun ? ’
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✆- What your muse’s phone gallery is filled with?
♈️ Not much, actually. His regular phone has some pictures of his ex and daughter and his siblings. His work phone has pictures of poisonous plants and his torture victims. He rarely takes pictures so his galleries don’t have much in them. ♈️
"Of course I can't fly with these wings; I mean, you can't hear with those ears, can you?"
“Those aren’t cat ears.” Granted; the fur along his hood did appear as ears. Whether for cat, fox, or wolf; it was designed as so. However; “my ears are on the side of my head....what’s the point of having wings if they don’t do anything...”
"No, this isn't blood! There are plenty of other things that are red, like, um. Gatorade."
“...Yo, I’m pretty sure I know blood when I see it, if you’re gonna lie at least make it sound convincing.”