#revvnant

[rockcoins]

" You don't even know what i was gonna use it for, i can get you guys a billion gifts! Pay off all your bills! YOUR COLLEGE DEBT! You won't have to worry about a single thing again. While i'm at it, i can go kill a billionaire or two - WAIT, actually i'm just gonna go do that. "

[muutosarch]

⛓️ + mike

receiver wraps a blanket around both of them and kisses sender under the covers, everything hushed and close.

icy wind leaks through the rotted sills that have long since eroded beneath deceptively sealed windows. softly rattling and creaking against their hinges, in what could be interpreted as frustration. of course, mike is sure that it's also seeping through every crack within the logs which house them from the inclement weather outdoors, but who's complaining, right? certainly more hospitable than camping out there.

an obvious lack of recent occupants left them without much in the ways of warmth. especially considering the fact that they hadn't even expected to stay-in tonight. not even finding enough kindling to keep a fire going in the cast iron, considering the ancient, ashy logs still stacked up inside.

however, mike was determined to do what he could . . . subconsciously, maybe. just riding on instinct. and michael, well -- he could hold his own. but there's an urge lurching in his throat to protect and feel useful, that goes hand-in-hand with a particular hot streak of bravery. not to mention a growing attachment to his current outdoorsy companion.

"okay, so - things are lookin' up!" mike rushes (kinda) in from the bedroom where he'd been searching for something to keep them warm tonight. holding the somewhat thick, grey material in-front of him as he rounds the couch.. and his rifle, which he'd strategically propped against the side-table for easy access. "one ancient blanket that almost definitely smells like mothballs? coming right up." he sits, draping the far side over michael's shoulder before sitting down next to him, throwing it over his opposite arm..

"huh. everything else they seemed to clear out, and this is what they left behind?..." he muses to himself more than anything. though time stops, however, when mike turns his head in the other's direction. humour draining from his face as lips part softly. the closeness is palpable, and the colour in his cheeks from the cold accentuates a soft blush.

his slightly widened eyes remain transfixed. white-noise of the soft squeal of air-stream the only noise in the room, as the body-heat already begins to transfer. and suddenly he feels a sort of weight come over his body -- yet not an entirely unpleasant one. one that signified finally resting. finally feeling some semblance of warmth seeping into his bones. now feeling fingers creeping along a clothed back and around a waist, while lashes flutter closed in the lean of his head. closing the distance between them with a soft overlap of their lips, which is lingering and tender and tinged with bloody iron. a way in which surprised even himself. sucking in air through his nose partway though as he grunts softly into the affection. pulling back only to part lips again, albeit bashfully this time. conveying aforementioned shock. pushing air outward though partially sealed lips when they finally close.

"whoa, uh . . . " he begins, a slightly apologetic panic flooding his face. "my bad, seriously.." he chuckles lamely, breaking into a smile. eyes flickering towards the lips he'd departed from, in the meantime what was his bad? god, he was totally fucking this up. hand trails upward to scratch the back of his neck, and simultaneously shoulder the blanket unintentionally. "i can -- totally lay off, y'know. if you want."

SEND  ME   A   “⛓️”  @revvnant.

[funbonded]

❝   Look  who  c-came  back  to  play  !  ❞  He  sings-songs  ,  he  knows  he  is  in  no  condition  to  pursue  the  familiar  warmth  he  tracks  entering  the  room  . ❝   I  knew  you'd  come  back  for  me , Birthday Boy / @revvnant~  ❞  

[  ⋆  ] ―  ❝ Why  don't  you  c-c-come  closer  .❞  His  upper  body  still  seems  to  be  active .  The  stasis  seems  to  only  be  located  in  his  lower  body  &&  legs  .Tilting  his  head  this  way  &&  that  ,  genuinely  elated  to  see  the  latter  with  the  usual  abounding  gall  that  radiates  from  him  . 

❝   Come  on  !  Give  your  𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄  𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀  a  h-hug  !  ❞

[freezerbrain]

@revvnant asked: “Do you ever sleep in?”

"Mmh. Depends on what you mean," Veronica shrugs their shoulders as they lean on wall behind them. It's early morning-- really early. The sun's barely coming up. They even had to put a jacket on. An old trenchcoat that's been patched in spots and is definitely way too big. It's singed at the edges, but it's clear they're hanging onto it for some sort of sentiment. What that sentiment is is a can of worms though and she doesn't want to trouble him with all of that craziness.

"But I guess, uh... No, not really. I don't sleep well. Or much at all really. Kinda just gave up," they scratch the back of their head as they shift on their feet awkwardly. Ronnie takes a sip of their drink before they continue, their eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Unless it's raining or snowing. Not sure why but I'm capable of having a lot easier time with sleep then."

[freezerbrain]

@revvnant asked: " you're really shaking. "

Why does this have to happen now? Veronica tries to snap themself out of it before it gets worse. Deep breathes. Hand on the counter behind them. Keep their eyes on something solid and think. It'd just been the sound of glass breaking. It wasn't even that loud; she's heard it a million times before and she wasn't even the one who broke the stupid bottle, so why on earth is she feeling like the walls of the convenience store are caving in on her?

The voice snaps her out of her own head slightly. Just slightly. Veronica's vision swims. They'd be embarrassed about this if they weren't so focused on trying to keep it together. She still feels like she's suddenly trapped and needs to get out. To run. "I-- uh..." They hate the way their voice doesn't want to work, but they force it to. She has to be fine. She needs to be fine. "Sorry. I-- I think I just need a minute."

[trapton]

𝚂𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙻 𝙿𝙰𝚆 '𝙿𝙾𝙽 𝙱𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵 𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂 disintegrates more fine shards, while dragging the ones more jagged. those which create a sharp and elongated screech along the tile, as he half climbs over the torn mound of flesh that he's come to recognize as a haunting -- that of his former existence. rotting from the inside out. a form who was created and fated to evolve and change into his mirror image, even now. even of not entirely literal. the flesh fed by experimentation, and the slow crawl of infected endo coils. his fault, always. another child ruined, but alive. both destined to feel beyond any scientific capacity -- as nerves circulated, wound about metal and bone fused together into an unholy amalgamation. a lesson unlearned.

for his brain, punctured with springlocks and moulded to steel skeleton, should by all means, have long since ceased to function. ceased to chemically produce even the faintest of memories, or recognition. let alone feelings. let alone the searing self hatred, the survival instinct clinging like dead flesh to stitch -- like dripping meat and tissue to steel rods. reminding him what he really is.

base, primal instinct sends knee lowering, unfeeling, into the glass below. pinning paw into torn shoulder that gives minimal resistance beneath newfound size and strength . . . wound fist above twitching ears, curling harshly against the pad remaining in withered palm. icy shards sticking out of every inch of purple, rotted flesh, like a mockery -- ugly twinkling sounds scattering to the floor, in the utterance of a single plea.

purple, broken, lying in the midst of black and white tile. flash of recognition so many times repeated, what coils fist a little tighter before the broken word causes fingers to unwind in hesitation, loosening in the widening of his rotten jaw. two decomposing forms which cannot fully let go, a mingling of putrid smells in the releasing of air from within hollow insides. unable to tell where one ends, and the other begins. ' please ' . . . his windup weakens, arm visibly less taught. however he pictures the entirety of the skull giving way like a melon beneath his fist, driven into the ground and exploding in a mass of fluid and matter. brightened eyes flickering with whirs and clicks. though unfortunately, threads of sympathy have dulled as much as the nerves connecting tissue, sparking a response in the form of a growl. "mercy? - " ear twitches. "why beg for what you would not offer, in return?"

instead of ending this conversation where it lies, fist instead flies into fabric of uniform shirt -- hauling the two of them up off the floor in a cacophonous mixture of mechanical creaks, and scrapes of glass. pinning soft body against the wall, high in the air. eye-level to peering plastic. "look at you . . ." grinding, callous voice projects . . . crackled, but in-tact. remaining almost soft, in study. "pathetic. falling apart." he continues drawling, his voice only now raising. "while i am now the greatest example of all that i have set out to accomplish."

@revvnant. asked for a thing but i couldn't stop thinking about this.

[skincmrinks]

big brother spotted !!

[bisecthem]

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒  𝐆𝐎𝐓  𝐆𝐔𝐓𝐒   ...  he'll  give  him  that  .  Truth  be  told  he  didn't  they  had  someone  working  late  ,  watching  the  damned  place  like  a  hawk  .  What  were  they  trying  to  protect  ,  honestly  ?  These  out-dated  machines  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  ..   They've  broken  in  .  Though  with  no  intention  of  stealing  the  mascots  on  stage  ...  it  would  not  match  their  reputation  to  steal  from  a  food  chain  opposed  to  a  bank  or  gang  ,  even  family  of  criminals  getting  fat  off  of  the  laundered  money  .  Still  they  needed  to  lie  low  for  a  while  .

That's  when  he  was  revealed  to  them  .  A  young  man  working  over  time  at  this  establishment  .  DAMN  HIM  .

❝  Keep  yer  distance  ,  boy /@revvnant ,  ❞  Fast  to  expose  their  scars  ,  unmistakable  &&  a  warning  to  most  .  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  .  .  ❝  Don't  even  think  'bout  squeelin'  we're  just  restin'  old  bones  for  a  while  .  You  can  make  the  decision  to  avoid  gettin'  a  bullet  to  the  brain  or  yer  can  leave  it  to  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄  .  ❞