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@horrorstudy entered the shadows.
It watched Jonathan, coiled like a cat in the corner of the room, resting among shadows -- a blanket of self more true than the illusion of a body it wore. More than Jonathan, it eyed the man restrained. Every invisible limb was tensed, ready to POUNCE. How it hated that lurking hunger. It was a beast born starved. ❝ Now, you’re just tormenting me, Professor.❞
When I see your URL, i think of a great writer and muse! <3 A perfect vision of a modern MR!Alice and also Evanescence, for reasons 8^)
*lays on floor**rolls around**dies*
//Thank you biibii!! It means a lot, especially coming from you xoxoxo <3
Whenever I see your URL, I think of how damn weird this blog can get sometimes (but that's with all your blogs tbh). And also you're a perfect Roman okay <3
What do you think when you see my URL?
Good. Drink deep from the font of weirdness, infuse yourself with it!It does the heart good to know that this is confirmed by someone else. And, of course, thank you so much for the compliment!
Crane sees her ; she's not in any good shape. Blood. Tears. A broken bone, probably. But he's not too concerned. Lips do not turn down, eyebrows do not knit. It's the most blank expression one could muster. He didn't CARE for Alice----and he didn't exactly know what to make of her to him in any other way. "What happened to you?" Crane asks, tone ghastly with a twinge of horror, as if he seems to ENJOY what he sees a bit too much.
Out of everyone in this damn city, he was the last he wanted to see. Not because he’d done anything to her. Not yet, at least. She had a bad feeling about this one. Something in the way his fingers connected to the rest of his hand. Something that reminded her of something else. She could pretend and get by with something in her system, but sobriety was hell on her imagination.
“My dealer got a little upset,” she mumbles. It was almost like he was getting off on this. Freak. Her voice is even and low because she wills it to be; in front of anyone else she’d allow herself to sob a little longer, but him… No, no no because she would trust a stranger more than this one. She sniffles, makes a half-hearted attempt to wipe the tears away, but only manages to smudge the streaks from a little too much makeup further. She doesn’t want his help. Not with that look in his eye. But her leg felt useless and her phone was confiscated during the little scuffle.
horrorstudy replied to your post:Thoughts on Scarecrow?
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He tries to smile, but it doesn't exactly work for him. It rarely did. Still, Crane continues: "I wanted to see if you wanted to go to see a movie with me. There is a new horror film out this week, and, if you could come along, I would greatly enjoy it. Your presence is such a delight, you know."
❛ Oh ? ... Are ya’ askin’ me on a d a t e ? ----- Aha ! I thought you’d NEVAH ask, I was startin’ ta’ think I was BORIN’ ya’, guess I’m not use ta’ how distant ya’ are.
Yer a REAL odd ball, Doc, but that’s why I like BEIN’ ‘round ya’ ! ...A movie sounds nice ! ❜
Crane looks her over with a curious eye. He'd been paying close attention to Harley recently. It's difficult ; he doesn't know whether to SCARE her or KISS her. A kind of strange sadism that he always carried. Spindly fingers tap against his hollow face. "Harley, I wanted to ask you about a certain something."
❛ ’bout a certain SOMETHIN’ ? Is it BAD ? Y’know, I can nevah really tell WHEN it comes ta’ these things && YOU --- yer expression nevah CHANGES, makes readin’ ya’ kinda difficult. ❜
This is me doing a uni assignment and missing derby training...
