Nonverbal RP Starters ✦ @seratem
✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand
Why she had been there was anyone's guess───An abandoned subway landing, lit by flicking fluorescents ,and not another person in sight. It's reminiscent of a place frozen in time, complete with torn advertisements on the walls, trash overflowing onto cracked concrete, the faintest squeaking of rats looking for a feast the only other sound present and the omnipresent smell of mildew and something profoundly sour.
The further she walks, the static of old audio systems crackle to life, and with them, a distorted song plays just for her. Lights flicker towards the end of the song, and soon enough the flicker off entirely, only the bright red exit sign over her head providing an aura of light. . .From behind her a hand stretches out, it's slender, boney fingers slowly dragging against her soft skin.
❝ Seems you have fallen down the rabbit hole. ❞ A raspy voice whispers from behind her, his hand wrapping around her own slowly, gently, despite the disturbing aura he's presenting. ❝Unless, of course. . .you have been looking for me? ❞