#jestaid

[crofter]

[ 𝐀 ] beat of silence, as the Angel of Darkness takes a couple minutes to herself to get a good look at the questionnaire: EYES NARROW, VELVETS PART, NOSE SCRUNCHES. " Uh, huh– " It's a quick exhale, bony digits scrambling into her biker jacket pocket to fiddle with whatever's occupying its blank space. It's taking more time than usual, & that may be because she's pulling her leg a little, but she continues: Until there's a bright lightbulb lit above her head.

she creeps a little closer, takes a free hand to her hair to fiddle around with; A SIMPLE DISTRACTION. A smile creeps up onto her lips & she narrows her eyes once again, this time at the blonde. She seems like she'll take her next move well, other hand that was once fingering a new-found hole in that pocket of hers now fiddling with her 𝐜𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 behind her back. There's only one cigarette left so she curls her digit around it and drops the pack onto the floor, hooking her boot on top of it to keep it in her grasp.

@jestaid, "hey, do you smoke?

[ ℑ ]t's dangled up in air, right in front of the blonde's face. It's shaken, it's waved, right there for her to take. And just when she's about to, she yanks it back & lets her smile widen. " I do smoke. " [THERE'S A TUG AT HER BOTTOM LIP BY HER OWN TEETH, CIGARETTE PLACED BETWEEN]: " –What's it to you? "

[muertiro]

〝   ʸᵒᵘ     𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱  𝗜       ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ   ʰᵃᵛᵉ    ᵐᵒʳᵉ       𝐭͟𝐢͟𝐦͟𝐞͟,       ʷᵃˡˡᵉʳ ...          [  𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘞𝘈𝘓𝘓:  𝙸’𝙼  𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽  𝚃𝙾  𝚂𝙰𝚈  𝙰  𝙻𝙾𝚃  𝙾𝙵  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂,  𝙻𝙰𝚆𝚃𝙾𝙽.     𝙵𝚄𝚁𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷’𝚂  𝚄𝙿.     𝚆𝙴’𝚅𝙴  𝙰  𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽. ]         'ᶜᵒᵘʳˢᵉ   ʸᵒᵘ   ᵈᵒ.       ʷʰᵃᵗ      𝗶𝘀    𝗶𝘁   this time  ...      ʷʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ      ᶠˡᵃᵍ ?      〟

                                        “       𝘁͟𝗵͟𝗶͟𝘀͟       𝘪𝘴       𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗔 ,         ᵃ   ˢᵐᵃˡˡ      𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱   𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻       ᴵᴺ     ᵗʰᵉ   caribbean,    ᵐᵒˢᵗ      𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲      ᶠᵒʳ      𝗶𝘁𝘀         𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴         ᵒᶠ      ˢᵘᵍᵃʳ,     ᵗᵒᵇᵃᶜᶜᵒ,    ᶜᵒᵃˡ,         ᴬᴺᴰ     ᵃˢ      ᵒᶠ     6    m͟o͟n͟t͟h͟s͟     ᵃᵍᵒ...        𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒏𝒐  𝒅𝒆  𝒍𝒂  𝒇𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂         ⁻⁻⁻         𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗠     ᵒᶠ      ᵀᴴᴱ      𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝   ...      ᵃ      newly        ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ          𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙸𝙲    𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙾𝙸𝙳        ᶜᵃᵖᵃᵇˡᵉ    ᵒᶠ       𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴     ᵗʰᵉ    ᵇᵒᵈʸ    ᴬᴺᴰ      ᴹᴵᴺᴰ      ᶠᵃʳ      𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙      A͟N͟Y͟T͟H͟I͟N͟G͟       𝙷𝚄𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙻𝚈     𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝙴.        ᵗʰʳᵉᵉ  ᵈᵃʸˢ  ᵃᵍᵒ,       peña   duro :        ᵃ     ˢᵘᵖᵉʳᵐᵃˣ     𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲,        ᶠᵉˡˡ     victim      ᵗᵒ    ᵃ         𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲         prison    𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩 .       ˡᵉᵈ     ᵇʸ     ᵗʰⁱˢ     ᵐᵃⁿ:        ᶜˡⁱᶠᶠᵒʳᵈ    ᶻᵐᵉᶜᵏ   ᵃ.ᵏ.ᵃ.    ᵐᵃʲᵒʳ        ᶠᵒʳᶜᵉ.     ”  

ᵀᴴᴱ       𝗦𝗢𝗙𝗧       ᴳᴸᴼᵂ       ᵒᶠ       ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ       𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣       brings     ᵗʰᵉ       ᵈᵃʳᵏᵉˢᵗ       ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳˢ       ᵒᶠ       ᵗʰᵉ       𝒋͟𝒖͟𝒏͟𝒈͟𝒍͟𝒆͟      ᵗᵒ       ᵗʰᵉ       forefront     ᵒᶠ       ᵗʰᵉ       ᴹᴵᴺᴰ,       𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗱         ᴵᴺ       ʲᵃᵈᵉ       ᴬᴺᴰ       ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ       ᴬᴺᴰ       𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶       𝚄𝙽𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆𝙽.       ᵗʰᵉ       ˢᵒᶠᵗ       UNDERBELLY       ᵒᶠ       ᵗʰᵉ       ᴰᴵᴿᵀ       𝗶𝘀       ᵖᵉᵖᵖᵉʳᵉᵈ       ᵂᴵᵀᴴ       massive     ᵗʳᵉᵉ⁻𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤       𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀       ᴸᴵᴷᴱ       𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜       ᴮᴸᴱᴱᴰᴵᴺᴳ       ᴵᴺᵀᴼ       ᵗʰᵉ       ᵐᵘᵈᵈʸ       𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟       ᴵᴺ       ᵗʰᵉ       ʰᵒˡˡᵒʷ       ᴾᴵᵀ       ᴮᴱᴺᴱᴬᵀᴴ       ᵐʸ       ᶠᵉᵉᵗ.       ᵗʰᵉ       ᴳᴿᴼᵁᴺᴰ       ˢʰᵃᵏᵉˢ       ᴬᴺᴰ      this      ʷᵒʳˡᵈ,       𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴       𝗨𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 ,       ᵗᵃᵏᵉˢ       𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿       ˢᵒᶠᵗ,       ʰᵃˡᶠ⁻𝐜͟𝐨͟𝐧͟𝐬͟𝐜͟𝐢͟𝐨͟𝐮͟𝐬͟       ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ.

    〝   𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗   ᴰ͟ᴼ͟ᵂ͟ᴺ͟ ,     ᴷᴿᴬᵁᵀ...       ᴬᴺᴰ       ᵏᵉᵉᵖ       ʸᵒᵘʳ      DAMN       𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦       𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧.       [  𝘗𝘈𝘕𝘡𝘌𝘙:    𝚈’𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝚂𝙴𝙴.  𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙷  𝚁𝙴𝙸𝙲𝙷  𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂  𝚃𝙷𝙴  —--  ]       𝒊        𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱       𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗     ᵀᴴᴱ    ᴴᴱᴸᴸ     ᴰᴼᵂᴺ       ...         (   𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘋𝘚:     𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈  𝚂𝙷𝚄𝚃  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽  𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻  𝚄𝙿!    )         SHUT UP.       〟      𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘      𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜       ᵍˡᵒʷ       ᵃ       ᴮᴿᴵᴳᴴᵀ       ʳᵉᵈ,       ᵗʰᵉ        𝗽𝗮𝗻𝘇𝗲𝗿         ʳᵉᵃᵈʸ       ᵗᵒ       ᶜᵒᵐᵇᵘˢᵗ       ᴵᴺᵀᴼ       ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵒʳᵃˡ     𝘌𝘕𝘌𝘙𝘎𝘠.      ᵗʰᵉ       ʰᵒˡˡᵒʷ       𝙜͟𝙧͟𝙤͟𝙪͟𝙣͟𝙙͟        gives      ᴵᴺ       ᵗᵒ       ᵗʰᵉ       𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘,      ᵗʰᵉ        ˢˡᵒʷ ⁻𝘀𝗵𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴       ᵒᶠ       ᵗʰᵉ       ᵗʳᵉᵉˢ          ᴵᴺ       ᵗʰᵉ       𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝       current      ᵃ       𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚    𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡       ᵒᶠ       ʷʰᵃᵗ       lies       𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻       ᵗʰᵉ       CENTER       ᵒᶠ       ᵗʰᵉ       ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ,       ᴬᴺᴰ       𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨       𝗶𝘀    ᵃˡˡ       ᵗᵒᵒ       UNSTEADY.     [   𝘗𝘈𝘕𝘡𝘌𝘙:    𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚆𝙴  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽  𝚃𝙾  𝙾𝚄𝚁  𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙵𝚄𝙻  𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴  𝙸𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳,  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽  𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙻𝚂’𝚁𝙴  𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰   —--  ]    〝    f͟i͟n͟a͟l͟    ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ. 〟

ᵗʰᵉ       𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲       ˢʰᵃᵗᵗᵉʳˢ       ᴬᴺᴰ           ᵃ       ᵇᵘˡˡᵉᵗ       flies,       𝐭͟𝐞͟𝐚͟𝐫͟𝐢͟𝐧͟𝐠͟       ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ      SKIN      ᴬᴺᴰ       𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦.       ᵗʰᵉ       ˡᵃˢᵗ       𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬          ᵒᶠ       𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙲𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂       ᵃʳᵉ       ʷᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ         ᴵᴺ        THICK      𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙛       ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ       ᶠˡᵉˢʰʸ       𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯       ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ       squeezes       ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ       ᵗʰᵉ       𝗽͟𝘂͟𝗹͟𝘀͟𝗮͟𝘁͟𝗶͟𝗻͟𝗴͟     wound        ᴸᴵᴷᴱ        𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧     ᵒᵘᵗ       ᵃ       𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳.       ʰᵉ       ᵈʳᵒᵖˢ       ᵗᵒ      his      𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔,       ᴬᴺᴰ       ᵗʰᵉ      ʷᵒʳˡᵈ       ᶠᵃˡˡˢ       𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 .       ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ       ᴵᴺ       ᵗʰᵉ           𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸       ᵒᶠ     ᴵᵀ,    ᵗʰᵉ    ᶜᵃᵗᵃˡʸˢᵗ     ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐˢ,        ᴬᴺᴰ   𝗧𝗛𝗘   𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟   𝗟𝗔𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗦.

                                                    1.       ᵗʰᵉ   𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲    ʰᵃˢ    ʲᵘˢᵗ   BEGUN.

                                                        6    MEMBERS    REMAIN.

                                               @jestaid​

[bertanelli]

Ｌ Ｏ Ｃ Ａ Ｔ Ｉ Ｏ Ｎ  ：     a gotham pub,      cranky,    old.    dirty.

ONE  SINGULAR  KILL  LIST,         old  &  brown,       burnt on the edges.      particularly ragged tea stained sheet of paper has withstood the cruel ticking of time,         it becomes crumpled by the sweat on the woman’s palms  &  fingertips.        tick  —  tock,      𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘.        [     trash  doesn’t become  trash  by itself.     ]          a result from reviewing one’s ghost of past,         reflection of wrongdoings  &  actions of possible malpractice,        she sees into what  𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒓𝒖𝒕  she has sunk.       the worst of doing a self-proclaimed  𝙳𝚄𝚃𝚈  is that it’s likely to unfit you for anything else,       OR SO THEY SAY.          a moment of regret ensues,        closed eyelids tight as the irony of a wake up call flows naturally throughout her being.          once rotten,       the blood of   𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖘   still runs through her veins.         somewhat turn sheet of paper is extended in a meticulous motion,         names comprehensive once again,       clear as they could be.        crippling,     bubbling,      rage.        THE CHOSEN PATH,        they call it.        no going back from it.

❝       𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑳𝑬𝒀     . . .    QUINN .       ❞       intonation falls with the end of the sentence,         throat harbors sandpaper sensation.          not  complete  strangers,       but how acquainted,      truly ?          after all,        syllables are familiar even dropping from the curves of her mouth.           𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆,        as nothing but a tell-tale in her part.           now,      a certain tint of caution sprayed in the tip of her tongue.      CHEST RISES,         breath profound     ——      rigorous.          demeanor calm as waves in rest     ;     she has the advantage of being a figure of darkness,      a mask.     /     »    @jestaid​    ! 

an effort is done to fold the piece of paper,        it has become jagged  &  irregular on the corners.        𝖆𝖑𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘,       they turn to study her companion’s.           ❝       i must be out of my damn mind to ask you for a favor.       ❞         WHAT’S LIFE WITHOUT A LITTLE RISK  ?           silently,        the woman’s cursing the time she agreed to come back to gotham   !          ❝       tell me.        do you like teammork,        𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒏   ?       ❞

[jennifercheck-a]

❛❛            tell          me          all          the          IMPORTANT          stuff                [      .  .  .      ]                what’s          your          favourite          colour  ?              what          makes          you          so          tough  ?            ❜❜

                        @jestaid​​   :   liked.

[fear-arc]

INT.          ARKHAM ASYLUM.          NIGHT.

                    ARKHAM ASYLUM WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE ,   EVEN AT THIS TIME OF THE NIGHT .           even when the halls are empty .    even when the only sounds are the low hum of industrial lights and a muffled    tap .    tap .    tap .    the sound of a pen tapping on a thick notepad ,    held by the good doctor who wore a smile not on his lips but in his eyes .    he is with a friend right now .    and if they know him well enough ,    they know the doctor is nothing but a skin suit .    a shining facade .    hiding something rotten festering inside .

                    there are no mask today ,    my friends .    not when this session is done off the book .    within the shadows .    between two brains who must understand this place more than anyone else .    every creak of the floor boards and every whisper within the walls .    a language they can comprehend .    all chaos came from arkham .    crane knew this .    and ,    with full confidence ,    he knows she does as well . 

                    he clears his throat ,    hello ,    darling .    i am still your friend .     and like a trained machine his emotions shifted .    to consoling .    to concern .    “    how are you doing ,    harleen ?    can i still call you harleen ?    i don’t like meeting you like this ,    in this hour of the night .    reunion with friends shouldn’t be forbidden .    ”    he leans close .    “    but alas ,    they have tight restrictions on you .    my god ,    quinzel ,    what have you done ?    ”

*          /          @jestaid​.

[wwondeus]

     (   𝒊 –––– 𝑫𝑰𝑨𝑵𝑨 , 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 - 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇  ),             my  namesake  torn  from  my  breast  like  a  tag  ,       the  divinity  in  my  jaw  scratched  out   ,       &       replaced  with  an   anger  that  feels  ＵＮＨＯＬＹ.           there’s  something  in  my  spine  that  doesn’t  belong   and  it  refuses  to  remove  itself.                      𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 - 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒,      like  an  open  wound   ,     &     the  once  -  WONDER  WOMAN  lurks  like  the  bat  himself.       she  blends  well  with  the  black  evening   ,     wrists  𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  by  iron  that  glistens   ,      &      announces   :     I  AM  HERE  AND  I  AM  WATCHING.          her  jaw  sets   ,       &       her  ears  PERK!     to  movement   ,     muffled  and  strained    ‘  𝑵 - 𝑵𝑶 , 𝑷𝑷𝑷𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬 𝑾-𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 - 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑾𝑨𝑨𝑵𝑻 ––---– 𝑴𝑴𝑴𝑴𝑴𝑴𝑷𝑯  ’   ,      hidden  behind  closed  doors  ;      suspicion  rises  like  temperature  and  her  bones  itch  for  a  shot  of  justice,     and    THE  WONDER  WOMAN      swiftly  kicks  in  the  doors!!!          metal   ,     &     wood  CRAAAASH  to  the  other  side  of  the  room    and    the  victims   yelp  through  grey  masking  tape  and  chainmail  binds       . . .      tears  mix  with  snot  mix  with  𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖋  -  𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖉  sobs  that  are  only  stuffed  back  down  their  rawed throats  like  chickenfeed  and  suddenly   –––––   the  divinity  returns  to  her  wrists.

                     ❛❛   what   –––––   who                                      is      [   . . .   ]            ❞       

        𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐒 :     the  floor  lights  up   ,     &     sick  rises  in  her  belly   ,     like  bile   ––   like  godly  anger  that  doesn’t  back  down.             A  PAUSE   ,     syllables  from  another  hits  her  ears  ,         ❛❛     𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆’𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ‘𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.   ❞

[kriezler]

                    ❛     i          still          believe          we          can          be          better          than           𝓃𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒          intended             ,             even          if          you          can't             .    ❜

@jestaid​

[fear-arc]

INT.     ARKHAM ASYLUM.   NIGHT.                THE PUNGENT SMELL HUNG IN THE AIR LIKE THE SWEET AROMA OF ROTTING FRUITS IN GRANDMOTHER’S BIG BOWL. EXCEPT THIS IS MORE THAN JUST MAGGOTS AND DECAY WITHIN FOLDS OF FRUIT FLESH. IT WAS SOMETHING MORE SINISTER. SOMETHING MORE TERRIFYING. 

                    he sat there at the opposite of the good doctor crane ,      unmoving and unblinking .   frozen in a state akin to a corpse who died in anger .   or in fear .   clinging to what little left of his consciousness .   the man is not dead yet ,   don’t worry .   catatonic in his state of shock ,   maybe .   wishing he would die in the moment ?   oh ,  most definitely .   but what is the fun in playing with corpses ,   when their delicious fear would died in the wind the same moment they exhaled their last breath ?   he is not that type .   the fun is in the moment .   when they open their mouths and let out their screams .   with a sigh followed by a clearing of his throat ,   crane leaned back against the chair and surveyed his masterpiece .   a picture of a man with a broken mind ,   contorted in fear and the only sign of consciousness was the soft whimpers that came from his still gaping mouth .   a last call for help .   hopeless .   crane let himself enjoy this little victory .   he let himself smile .  

          CRANE ALWAYS WONDERS WHAT THEY SEE WITHIN THE VEIL OF FEAR. THE SCREAMS AND THEIR CRIES ARE ALWAYS SO DEAFENING .   ALWAYS SO HAUNTING .    RAW AND UNBRIDLED .   AND SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL .   WOULD IT BE ANY SWEETER IF HE SEES WHAT THEY CAN SEE ,   TOO ?

enters   @jestaid​​   !  she says   “ i’m just making sure you’re doing your job. ”

                    upside down ,   that’s how he saw her ,   as he leaned his head back further .   the smile on his face was unwavering and the glint in his eyes was both malicious and proud .   “   hmm ,   that so ,   harley ?   well ,   then   -----   ”   with a little flare ,   he gestured his hand to his friend in front of him .   the hand still held the damp handkerchief .   the fear toxin .   effective but still imperfect .   but the results are good so far .   he is getting there .   “   behold ,   my magnum opus .   have you ever seen fear so raw   . . .   so enchanting ?   ”