#minttexan

[malonox]

@minttexan || eerie atmospheric settings

🌑Inside of a re-occurring nightmare had time and time again

     Lakes have taken many lives over their existence, but this one brought the most glee to the Herald of Darkness. The little plaything as she was, Merris found herself dreaming now. And some loose words written by the Champion left Mr. S͞cr͢at͡c̛h more capable than ever before... He looked around, spotting the woman easily enough as she stood on the shore and panicked. Oh, it was delightful, indeed! Seeing her friend drowning, slowly vanishing from the horizon... soon to be forever engulfed in the cradle of the lake. This wasn’t Cauldron, but it was the same... It possessed the same stature. Had the same mythical words muttered around it, the place so foreign, yet so familiar. Beautiful water ushering forward and back as the child splashing in the water tried their best to save themselves...and the woman standing there, so close, did nothing as her fear froze her in the spot. 

     ❝Come on, Merris, can’t you swim? Are you that pathetic you can’t help?❞ The Herald loudly spoke as to rub salt into the wound the journalist was harboring since youth. Oh, how tasteful. 

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starter for @minttexan

   Words spread, quickly and smoothly. Even if the effect tended to corrupt the first initial statement, rumors were impossible to prevent. And rumors fuel The Herald of Darkness, more and more so. He could do so much more then, just because the fake facts shared were that poorly planned. Unintentionally, powering a monster, if you will. 

   “Have you heard, Alan Wake faked his death to run away from the police! He killed his wife!” How foolish...  Mr.  S͞cr͢at͡c̛h was on the surface world, ready to cause havoc, to stain the writer’s good name. And it was all thanks to what they were saying, what impossible scenarios they offered, despite what the reality was. Alice was alive and well... not for long. 

   Flocking over and over again on these thoughts, he drank beer, walking out of the motel room to look around the night sky. It was back at Night Springs now, prepared to offer the so-called champion some problems, himself being amongst them. But outside it’s not Alan he spots. 

   ❝You’re new.❞ He mutters then, before stepping towards the other person.   

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[ Via minttexan: "Y'know.. that anon has a point..:) " ]

@minttexan

    ❝Pushing your luck today, aren’t you Merris? Would you like a reminder of your place here?❞

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Hold my muses hand || Status: Accepting || @minttexan​

    That was unexpected… It felt nice, but it was not what Mr.  S͢c̷̴̛ratc͟ḩ̸̛ ever considered doing, let alone with this person. With a cringe, he instantly shook his hand out of the others but upon realization of how odd that looked, he stepped back and smirked.

 ❝You know, you just took my first hand-holding experience from me.❞ He pretends to jest, but partially he is accusatory. He wasn’t really saving it, but he never thought he’d just have it randomly taken from him. The Herald like to pretend to be cold as ice. It made things easier. 

[malonox]

[ 💔 For Merris? Please and thank you! ]

Fucked up kissing meme || Accepting

18. a  kiss  that  draws  blood.

     Dark locks drape over her shoulders and The Herald should see no appeal in it but the way they frame her face and put her throat on display—it becomes nearly entrancing. He wants to put his hands there. Squeeze till she no longer can breathe. Merris, poor little Merris... What things did you do to deserve this?

    Either which way, Mr. S͞cr͢at͡c̛h sees no wrong in approaching the (despite     herself) frightened girl as she steps back, and moves in a way as if making herself smaller would prevent her from being noticed and observed. The double’s eyes settle on her pair, big and bright, yet clouded by foreboding. She senses that whatever will happen on this Cliffside won’t be good. Or so he feels. Maybe he’s reading too far into this. She has become such a good pet, chasing after Wake, letting Scratch play with her while the writer is busy.

    And so he grabs at her, by her neck, as her fingers quickly after latch onto his larger hands. Scraping at the skin in an attempt to free herself. No luck. The Darkness was his forte. The Herald of Darkness can do so much more in his domain, in this small town of Night Springs.

    With great force, he brings her up to his level, so they’re face to face, and smashes their lips together. She doesn’t let him in, of course, she wouldn’t. And he allows it, despite his frustration as he tries to push into her. And with no luck, he bares his teeth.

    He bites her, drawing blood and shock from the poor journalist. She stiffens momentarily before starting to kick and gouge her nails against his skin more. The shadow double laughs and drops her to the ground then unceremoniously.

    ❝Until next time.❞ He says to her confused expression, before the darkness overtakes everything, swooping her off the cliff and towards the lower ground.

[malonox]

( “Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”/ “Is that the best you’ve got?” - For Merris?? Please and Thank you! c:

@minttexan​ || physical contact starters || status: accepting

     This was a mess and a half, but the Herald was enjoying it. As the woman before him tried to spout back insults, he simply smiled at her. Oh, the ever feisty Merris... If she only knew how much fun this could be, for him. If only she would continue down the pit of anger. Yet, she makes a comment about the writer and he halts, frowns and venomously attempts to threaten her: 

    ❝Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.❞ He almost yells, he hates it when she does this-- interrupts their private fun by trying to bring the Champion into this. As she glares at him from where he’s holding her, she attempts to kick him but he laughs. ❝Is that the best you’ve got?❞ 

    And with that little foreplay out of the way, he throws her against the wall, only to press her to it in the following seconds. Putting their foreheads together, smiles with faux affection, while his eyes gleam despite how empty they are-- this is the only time he feels alive.

    ❝We should do something. Something more fun.❞

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via @minttexan - drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

     Poor little Merris, drinking away her little woes and frustration. What a pathetic sight.  Mr.  S͞cr͢at͡c̛h looks her over, sighs and then (only, then) steps up towards her and leans to her eyesight. That 6ft2 built was not helping for it to be comfortable, but it did its job. 

      ❝Hey...❞ He starts, weighing if reminding her of Thomas Zane’s mission for her would be helpful at all...  ❝Come on, you look just sad...❞ He smiles, wickedly.  ❝It’s not fun like this. Should I get you some water? Food?❞ What even sobers them up? What a chore... But he’ll get it done with.

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Meet my muse at a party! || Status: Not accepting

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    ❝Well, talk about familiar faces.❞Mr.S͢c̷̴̛ratc͟ḩ̸̛ murmurs as he steps towards the other, body language inviting due to how drunk he was at this point. Laid back, almost. He grins from ear to ear, places his hand on the girl’s shoulder.❝Tell me, Merris, what brings you here?❞

   It’s the same damn motel, but a different rowdy crowd. He is losing patience, if they don’t quiet down he’ll do something to make them all regret it– Merris included. 

    And he was good at calming down at the sight of his newest mouse, till somebody knocked into him accidentally and he flips like a switch. Turning around rapidly and grabbing the other man who did this. The guy laughs, teasing and trying to apologize… The Herald has none of this, proceeding to bash his face in. When he lets go, he sure has at least broken the kid’s nose. Everyone had stopped in their tracks, music still blasting loud as hell, but at least the yelling chatter and dancing had subsided. 

     Mr.S͢c̷̴̛ratc͟ḩ̸̛ instinctively moves to fix his appearance. Yeah. Parties were all right.