#glowsgreen

[fromgallowsandgraves]

{@glowsgreen gets a starter}

“Keep walking, stranger.” He hadn’t intended to reveal his presence at all, but with his blood slowly dripping onto the tile, that was no longer an option. “Leave now, before you see my face, or you will curse this day.”

In his now-pointless attempt to hide, he'd been forced to abandon his efforts to patch himself up, too, leaving a pile of gauze and other medical supplies lying on the floor. Hardly an intimidating sight.

[antioceas]

❝ no, that’s a myth. ❞

Eyes darted from the crucifix in his hand to the man before him. A nervous smile drew across his face as Astin quickly stumbled back. As hard as he tried to appear fearless in the face of clear danger, Astin Loupe had never been known for bravery.

"Any other myths I should know about?" Please ignore the way Astin's shook more and more with each second. How his heart pounded dangerously loud.

[manaborn]

" that looks like it hurts. "

↪ bloody meme

Had she been completely human, maybe it would have hurt or maybe she's just so conditioned to suppress pain that she barely noticed. Years of taking beatings from creatures all over the universe would do that to a person.

❝ Nah, it's fine. ❞ she responds with a wave of her hand, slightly sluggish in movement because while it may not have been severe pain the dull ache shooting through her arm was still there. Gwen's more concerned about the fact that she's covered head to toe in blood and that it's making her hair look gross rather than the fact that her arm almost got severed.

[pulpyfiction]

❛  you can't be here. go now!  ❜ (for billie)

🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

for someone whose lifeblood is remaining hidden … billie is piss fucking poor at it. probably because she’s never had to do it all on her own, and breaking into a doctor’s office after hours isn’t a fantastic time to expand her stealthy skills. damn. now that she’s busted, billie can probably do something besides stand there, basking in fluorescent lights, like a raccoon that’s been busted for rummaging through your trash. and yet … she does not.

“… i forgot my coat.” billie lies. it’s the stupidest lie that she could have said, and of course it’s the first one to come to mind. never mind that though — billie points at the good doc like a child making a scene on the street. “hey, i know you — you’re the doc i saw couple’a days ago!”

[luposcainus]

a one liner for @glowsgreen

he looked around at the potion bottles and flasks. he wondered what this was all about. a man of science? a mad scientist perhaps? caspian can smell the different smells. “ are you some kind of doctor or mad scientist?” the werewolf asks. caspian wondered if he was some sort of wizard. caspian was careful to not touch anything. his cloak might get turned invisible or something. his dark eyes wander about.

[antioceas]

“  stop squirming— it will hurt less.  ”

What a ridiculous thing to say! If Charlotte had a little more control over her arms and legs in that moment, she surely would have swung a fist or kick in his direction. Instead, she merely pulled at the restraints best she could, peppering in a few nasty curses in the process - including at least one that insulted his mother.

" Stop breathing, stop blinking, stop beating your heart. " Charlotte snapped in what was meant to be an approximation of his voice, but ended up only generic in its mockery, " You know what would hurt less? If you stopped. "

[glitchedxout]

@glowsgreen

The nearest radio crackled with static, following by the high pitched wail of technological feedback.

"You don't look like much of a doctor to me."

A good thing, perhaps. Gabriel wasn't the biggest fan of doctors.

[shadowsarise]

{@glowsgreen liked for a starter}

“Careful. You don’t want to get too close.”

The victim might not be entirely devoid of life yet. In the final stages of the disease, it was difficult to be certain. Still, the marks of the now-familiar plague were all over what Lionel, given how few people had ever recovered, could only think of as a corpse. The man in the cot was a native of the island; he must have hoped leaving home would enable him to escape its fatal influence. And though no outsider had ever been known to contract the plague, Lionel did not quite trust the idea of their supposed immunity.

“That’s an ugly way to die.”