#muse[five]

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hi everyone

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[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@prcudmcm​ said:  𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰…𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡.

             ˜”*°•.    Christmas lights:  flashing  blue, flashing  green,  flashing yellow,  red  and white.  Always  changing but  always  beaming. Always  on  but   always off:  the  pattern quick,  rapid,  vivid. Gaze  dissolving  into the  light  -- mind  attacked  by the  different  colors --.  Voice  distant, an  almost  echo:  fighting  against his  daydream,   his  overthreatening  unconsciousness.  His dazzling  sight.  Blinking, he  bounced,  stepped back.  Grace’s  presence alarming  him,  getting  his guards  back  on --  only  for her  voice  to finally  give  birth to  a  relief, a  reassurance  //  a  reminder he was  not  standing across  from  an enemy  --.

Gaze  searched for  the  blood on  his  clothes --  every  inch of  fabric  dressed in  a  reddish costume  --.  Dried. Staining.  ❝ It  really  isn’t. ❞  Words of  indifference  escaping his  lips  --  mannerism  as casual  as  if he  were  looking for  shoes.  Blood was  nothing,  after all:  scarlet  liquid once  flowing  thick in  one’s  veins now  betraying  the  outcome  of a  battle,  of  a  war. Victory  and  defeat, crown  and  downfall. Nothing  important,  nothing serious,  nothing  worrisome. And  yet,  there he  was:  incapable of  convincing  himself --  for  his mind  was  still processing  that  evening,  that incident,  that  slaughter // for  whatever  scattered pieces  of  serenity had  once  settled on  his  mind,  had  now ebbed away  into  nothingness --.  

❝ I… ❞   One  pause. A  deep  sigh. Then  a  smile --  the  smile of  a  perfectly genial  teenager // the  smile of  innocence  and sweetness  --.  ❝ Was  it  cookies  that  you  were  baking?  They  smell  amazing. ❞  

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@whitcviolin​ said:  𝔥𝔢’𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡

             ˜”*°•.     ❝ This is  not  right. ❞  The words  trailed  off slowly,  merely  a  whisper. Gaze  travelling  around,   anywhere but  at  her.  After all  this  time, after  all  those  battles --  those  futile attempts,  those  fruitless plans  --,  the timeline  had  turned upside  down.  People that  should  be dead,  roaming  the grounds  alive.  And people  that  should be  living,  thriving, merely  rotting  under the  ground.  And there  it  came, that  panic,  nesting inside  his  head, dressed  like  anger, like  rage.  Wearing its  best  costume and  coming  out  in waves  of  sheer  mania.  ❝ Damn  it! ❞   A loud  thud  -- hand  meeting  with the  wall  //  pain  soothing, same  as  the numbness  --.

Focus.  You have  to  focus. Or  they  all die.

Mouth  opened to  utter  something --  anything  --,  yet  no  sound  made it  out.  All words  locked  upon the  tip  of his  lips,  fighting back,  resisting  the temptation  of  a  freedom.  Eyes  shut briefly,  another  attempt at  gathering  the  pieces  of scattered  courage.  ❝ We should  leave.  For all  we  know, we  could  be next. ❞  Eyes once  again  settling upon  the  dead body  --  the body  of  their brother  //  or well,  the  duplicate of  their  brother --.  For  residing in  this  timeline couldn’t  have  come without  consequences:  two  versions  of themselves  walking  side by  side  --  not  everyone  could  just  live  --.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@solvrdust​ said:  𝔦 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢

       ˜”*°•.     ❝ And  how  unlucky were  they… ❞ Shattered  like  so much  glass,  his  patience  was  running  thin. For  the  first time  in  forever, Lila  playing  only a  small  part     in  the overgrowing  frustration.  The truth  refusing  to  flash  on them,  the  problems unsolvable,  the  timeline still  a  mess, any  trace  of a  clue  would’ve  been a  silver  lining in  the  darkest of  storms.  ONE clue  to  show a  direction.  ONE hint  to  lower the  possibilities.  For right  now,  they were  standing  in  the  middle of  an  ocean, second  after  second sinking  deeper  and deeper  into  the water.  Drowning.

❝ Diego  told  me you  wanted  to help.  HOW  exactly is  THIS  helpful? ❞ Inane  stories,  useless facts  could  only establish  a  failure. Silly  tales,  pointless narrations  could  only  bring  about distractions.  And  right now,  with  that constant  fear  echoing louder  and  louder inside  his  head, he  knew  her voice  would  merely add  to  the  already uncontrollable  homicidal  tendencies, make  her  into the  perfect  target, get  her  KILLED .  The  fear of  a  potential collateral  damage.  The fear  of  getting Ben  murdered  for the  sake  of this  repair.  And  how  his  siblings  wouldn’t  understand...  Maybe  in  the  very  end,  this  was  the  reason  he’d  agreed  to  accept  Lila.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@hargreevesbrothers​ said:  𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚… 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊?

             ˜”*°•.    Perhaps he’d  overestimated  his tolerances  once  again…

Gathering  all  his  scattered strengths  into  one action  of  courage, he  attempted  to stand  up,  balance  himself despite  the  overgrowing nausea.  The  room swayed  almost  causing him  to  fall, but  his  hand met  with  the wall  --  sight  unclear  --.  ❝ I  am fine.  Go  awa- ❞  One pause.  An  attempt at  concentration.  Of course,  spending  the past  hour  in the  bathroom  wouldn’t have  gone  unnoticed, but  at  this  point,   he’d hoped  that  none would’ve  looked  for him.  The  perks of  residing  in a  huge  house, yet  the  curse of  having  dozens   of  frustratingly  curious siblings.  Handle  turning, door  opening.  ❝ Last  time I  checked  we had  twenty  more bathrooms. ❞  Tone  abrupt, hostile,  yet  skin  color  resembling of  a  dead’s. Hopefully,  Klaus would  throw  some  absolutely nonsensical  joke, state  some  absolutely meaningless  story  and head  the  opposite way.  Hopefully.

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@mstinteresting​ said:  𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖕𝖚𝖒𝖕𝖐𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖊. 

            ˜”*°•.     ❝ Say  that  again.  I  am  daring  you. ❞   A  cheshire  grin  spread  over  Five’s  face,  yet  his  tone  remained  collected  --  the  calm  before  the  storm  they  said  //  more  like  the  calm  before  the  hurricane  --.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@conjuredead said:  𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶’𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶’𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢.

              ˜”*°•.    His brain  stuttered  for a  moment,  thoughts desperately  catching  up.  The words  that’d leapt  from  Klaus’ lips,  difficult  to process.  He  couldn’t  be seriously  minding  the color  of  some lights.  Not  when  Five  had done  him  a favor  by  AGREEING  to help  with  this.  ❝ What  kind  of lights  are  they, then? ❞  Eyebrow  firmly  arched --  hands  placing the  decoration  back onto  the  table. At  this  point, he  couldn’t  even  understand  the reason  they  were  doing  this so  early  -- if  at  all  --.  ❝ Remind  me again  why  are  doing  this?  Last  time I  checked,  it was  autumn. And  not  even  LATE  autumn. ❞