CRAWLING, CRAWLING; UNEARTH THE SICKNESS ! static spreads and follows the autonomy of limbs, a constant buzzing in fully chargd finger tips; it burns, it burns, it melts, it hurts ! hush now, little mouse, we have to test if your legs can twitch and walk when your spine lacks its other half. what happens on the edges of civilization are the best kept secrets. cruelty lacks the refined edge of eager curiosity.
they say that vanity leads to a number of passion crimes — a sense of envy, of question of why can’t that be me ? it builds, it rises, it turns to unabashed rage, a spark of madness in the midst of blissful generosity. the entity likes to feed on hope, but they don’t talk about how it likes to feed on the wrongs too. i will remove a sin, it croons, if you take a life; what will you give to feel holy again ?
“ isn’t this a surprise. ” a mass rather than a singular point; carter’s voice echoes in the way that only something that resonates through the very mind does, “ i would’ve expected our dear trapper before you, but he’s oh so shy — he hasn’t come in for his check - up yet. ” it’s not so much a sour note in his voice as it is one that is dark. it quickly fluctuates, a buzzing drone, before the doctor claps his hands together, sparks flying, as he gestures with never - still hands towards the inside of léry’s with a cheery tint ( a small, giggled hint ).
“ ah, ah ! manners, carter — come in, come in, mister largo; tea ? ”
rhetorical, really. the entity doesn’t supply them with drink or feed, not when they don’t need it to cooperate.
@rigormori / starter call, for pavi.
