Slurred words - talia
Send ‘slurred words’ to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.
“Yeah. I met her once in some club when I was off my skull on coke. She was fun, I’d admit. It was enjoyable to dance with her, she wasn’t scared away which I guess someone like me should appreciate now and again, he paused “A little too… happy for my liking. I mean after all she was drunk.” Vince sat back, remembering the second time they met - which he spent avoiding her. “Look I didn’t expect to see her a second time, and quite frankly my only business in that place was to fuck shit up. I can’t remember much of it because I fucking spiked myself on purpose. I wanted to see what she was like high but that’s all. But I remembered her name eventually. Talia. ”
Vincent sighed, “Seems like a kind girl. It would be a shame to see another destroyed by this city. But at the same time, I’ve always wanted to see if there was a dark side to her. I got no interest in the light. Then - I happened to meet her a third time. A third fuckin’ time out of chance, can you believe it ‘cause fuck clearly the gods of fate wanted me to stop avoiding this girl and communicate with her. But I was a little half cut from injuries to do much talking.”
Vincent pressed his hand to his mouth “Some people are good at hiding their demons, they’re so good at it, they seem completely innocent, normal, happy. But internally? They’re a fucking hell storm. And now that’s what peaks my interest. Does she have the capability? Can she be broken? Is she broken and hiding it? Fuck… I’d love to see her with her head a fuckin’ mess.”
He started to laugh with a menacing look in his eyes. His evil intent starting to show through his drunk appearance at the thought of this one broken. Vincent dug his nails into his own skin, biting down on the inside of his mouth, resisting the sadistic urges inside of him as he always did. Some would think that Vincent was already a blunt asshole that couldn’t keep his tongue in his mouth - but that was only half of it - there was a darker part still. Full of nothing but sick twisted fucked up fantasies. A beast inside of him. One of death, a fucking psychopath that wanted to hurt her. The innocent one’s are only fun to destroy after all. “I want to break her mind until there is no goodness left,” he beamed manically. The one speaking was an entirely different one from the one that spoke moments ago.As quickly as it came, it passed.
“Maybe I avoid her because I don’t want her to be around people like me. I don’t want her to be tainted by the evil that lurks in these streets and in this HEAD of mine!” He clutched his head and yelled drunkenly before smashing the glass of his drink.
