#neocides

[gcblinfruit]

; @neocides wished ❛ i didn’t want you to see me like this. ❜ or david caught with blood dripping from his fangs.

The turn of the Earth seems to turn sickly slow beneath her feet, feeling of rot and ash and queasily close to VENOMOUS PEACH spun ballrooms. The pulse RINGING in her ears sounds dangerously close to FAE KING melodies.

╭WAKE UP RIDICULOUS GIRL!╮

Delicate fingers clench and release, repeating the motion as though it may spontaneously return her ability to form words.

❝It's— It's alright,❞ her voice is oh so soft. It's laughable that one of her first thoughts is if HE knows. If this somehow intersects the line between magic and ozone and myth. ❝There's nothing that could make me think less of you.❞

[ewitstuart]

@neocides sent: “ You’re blocking the doorway. ” From Penny.

She is pretty. Stuart always thought she was. She was the prettiest girl he had seen. He really did like her, he just wish their relationship would have gone better. He knew he was good enough for her. Sure, he was not the most attractive guy that she would've dated, and he was very awkward. But he would treat her good. Treat her a lot better than those idiots she had been with. He would treat her like a queen.

God dammit, Penny! I fucked it up, I still like you!

Stuart was standing in front of the door, holding a box filled with comics, whilst staring at Penny. He is a bit creepy.

'You're blocking the doorway.' Penny would say, bringing Stuart to come back to earth, giving her a shy grin and stepped away.

"S-Sorry," he apologized, then glance down at the box. "Uhm, I know you are not into superheroes, but a few comics of Buffy The Vampire Slayer arrived. Would...you uh, be interested in reading them? They're -- They're good. I uh, liked the show. Have you seen it?" Jesus, he's a blubbering mess around her. Every. Single. Time.

[gcblinfruit]

; — @neocides continued from X *:･ﾟ✧

The gore SMEARED all over his countenance reflects dim lights so brightly it seems to glitter, reminding her all too much of being UNDERGOUND. Her palms drag against the denim of her thighs again, a repetitive NERVOUS motion.

╭NERVOUS NOT AFRAID╮

Dark hair sways with the movement of her gentle head shake, pretty features turning up to face him again. ❝Don't refer to yourself like that,❞ her tone is warm — dipping and rising the way a summer sun might. ❝And who you are doesn't affect anything either.❞

There's MAZE MADE STEEL thrumming along her speech, indicating a girl who doesn't bow lightly. A girl who ran through fae-infested LABYRINTHS and bested GOBLIN KINGS. ❝Everyone deserves kindness,❞ she tacks on carefully, almost entirely under her breath — a self born reminder.