#hypnocis

[archaievist]

@hypnocis​ | X

He looks so bad she’s tempted to send him to the infirmary right then. How could they have let him go outside like that, it’s freezing out there. Getting up from her desk, she quickly crosses over to him and puts the back of her hand to his forehead. Hot, very hot.

“Jervis I’m sorry but if you have a fever I can’t in good conscious have you stay here. You could be contagious and get other people sick, I’ll have to take you to the infirmary,” she says sadly.

[episomalvector-a]

@hypnocis​​ liked for a starter

She’d been sharing a bench with the man and, never being able to be rude or selfish--

“If you’d like... I do have a few extra pastries on me-- I’m more then happy to share!” She offers up the box in her lap to reveal a few adorably decorated pastries. Three white wagashi creations-- a seal, a bear, and a rabbit. “They’re filled with strawberry jam!”

[babydxhl]

“ it’s a game. come with me, we’ll play. “ - hypnocis

sharp objects starters || still accepting!

They have the same pallor. Arkham-issue orange makes them both sickly; Mary can see the circles under Jervis’ eyes and knows her own face is just as gaunt, like wax. Her eyes dart once between him, the open cell door, his outstretched hand and then back again. Skittish.

From somewhere out on the other end of a cell block she can hear the sounds of a riot – screamingshoutingthuddingfootsteps – and the smell of smoke seeps through the asylum like a creeping damp. The acrid scent will be there long after whatever explosion – the muffled shudder through Arkham’s foundations – that caused it is cleaned up.

“Just a game,” Mary breathes. Still, she doesn’t leave her cell.

@hypnocis.

[babydxhl]

“ i wish i could fix it. i do. “ - hypnocis

sharp objects starters || still accepting!

Mary presses the heels of her palms into her eyes. Black, black, then bright colours bursting across the inside of her eyelids. Breathe one, two— “Nothing to fix,” she says, but doesn’t move. The ground feels like it’s shifting under her feet.

There’s a whimper. A stage lamp burns golden light onto the crown of her head; at the kitschy kitchen table sits the perfect family, slumped facedown into the crockery. Mary hasn’t checked if they’re still breathing. Finally she drops her hands and her vision is blurred and swimming, Formica cabinets blurring with the tiled backsplash, the bowl of wax fruit, a cup with a pattern on it bright as a sunflower.

“Nothing to fix,” she says again, as her gaze settles on the upper rim of the soundstage, a border black as tar. She traces the line of it as she turns to look at Jervis, standing beyond the outer edge, surrounded by the lights, the coiling electrical wires, the gunmetal grey equipment. Her voice shakes – just a slight waver, but there all the same. “It’s all fine. Isn’t it?”

@hypnocis.

[archaievist]

@hypnocis​ liked for Warden Eliza!

He’s upset, she can tell. The way he looked at her when he was brought in broke her heart.

“Jervis? Can...will you talk to me? Please?”

[archaievist]

@hypnocis | 💐 (an absurd amount of them, where on earth did he get them all from??)

*     VALENTINE’S DAY PROMPTS   !

Oh my, how did he get them all in there?

"Jervis they're lovely!" she marvels. With a bright smile, she bends down and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

[elisethetraveller]

“What was your childhood like?” - hypnocis

From; Deep Ass Starters

“I…” She stopped, stumbled by his question. Yes, what had her childhood been like? There’s still glimpses of it left when she concentrated. Eating around a too small table with too many people at it, sleeping wrapped in a home stitched blanket during a winter storm, bare feet stumbling along pavement in the summer, the smell of sickness in the house, though it had been more of a hut, when her father died.

“It was nice.” Elise wasn’t sure why she answered his question, but she did. “We didn’t have a lot, but somehow we made it work and we always helped each other.” The vagueness was not intentional. She simply couldn’t be more precise.

“What was your childhood like?” The question was turned towards him lest he asked her to elaborate.

( @hypnocis )

[librarywent-a]

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃.    @hypnocis

     “I do appreciate the invite, Mr. Tetch,” Begins the youth, sat across they other at the end of his parent’s dining room table. “However, your approach is rather . . . enthusiastic.” There’s a slight pause, as ashen eyes watch the other’s hands carefully.      “If you set a date, I’m sure I could have better prepared fine china . . . What good is a tea party without proper tableware?”