Oct 31, 2015
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` i don’t like ghosts. don’t like ghost shows. halloween itself is creepy. `
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@neigev liked !!
` i don’t like ghosts. don’t like ghost shows. halloween itself is creepy. `
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( mafia theme prompts ) ‖ ☞ A C C E P T I N G
8: Your muse walks in on mine killing someone
Lebedeva was BORED, and anyone who knew the nature of vilas would know that boredom didn’t go well with them. Especially when the object of such feeling was a man. In those times, VILAS turned praying mantis. Just for the fun of it. The man in her bed was at the bad place in the bad moment.
Slowly she walked to the crumpled silk sheets where an asleep body laid, and she leaned over him, OBSERVING as he breathed and moved under the covers. With careful fingers she slowly pulled back the blankets, uncovering his throat and chest. She pressed her knees against the mattress, which sagged under her weight, and very slowly, she wrapped her hands around his THROAT.
He didn’t wake up. His legs slightly shook as Lebedeva deprived him from all his air, but then he laid still, without even having OPENED his eyes to face his opponent. He must have thought he was dreaming. Removing the pressure from his neck, she grinned, before she passed her hand over his head, his chest, his abdomen. Underneath her fingers, he was turning into ASHES.
He had almost completely disappeared when she heard a noise from behind her. Spinning around, she found herself face to face with a young woman. ❝ Oh hello ❞ she smiled.
☾ ❛— @neigev ☽
❝ A YOUNG GIRL like you should not wander in these woods alone ❞ Lebedeva warned as she stepped into the clearing atop of her horse. ❝ You could meet LESS GENTLE spirits than I... Rusalkas who would drown you, vilas who would pierce your heart... ❞
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“‘s…. n-not what i-i-i,” a pause sinks in, throat swallowing air that’s acting as an unnecessary reiterator for his syllables, his words, or what he’s been lead to believe, “mmmeant.”