#shackledspectre

[strikersunindie-a]

@shackledspectre​

Augustus had leaned against the fireplace and hid his face from the light coming in from the window as Jacob talked. He peeked through his fingers and huffed. "I do claim as much, but I left the writing inside of you last night," he said with a smirk. Having bedded Jacob last night, Augustus was mostly tired from walking back to his home and sleeping there. The elaborate bed sheets, the quietness of the house with only creaks and groans to fill the silence, was not to Augustus' liking. Plus he was sure Jacob appreciated that separation he maintained. "So, what is it you wished to talk about so early in the day?" Well, early for Augustus. It was only nine am, and most people had been working since dawn.

[madeofflint]

slurred words

“He’s just...too damn charming for his good, you know? He’s clever and funny and...ffffuck, so handsome. It’s unfair, even.”

[americanahorror]

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is there no rest to be had in this house? the hour is late, but natalie attempted an early retirement tonight. the sounds of younger girls, giggling their heads off, kept her awake. admittedly, she tried to ignore the merriment in the room next door; it’s not until squeals (whether of delight or fear, natalie can’t tell. she’s too exhausted.) replace the laughter that the elder witch decides to say something. 

“what is happening in here?” the first thing natalie lays eye on, as soon as she opens the door, is a ouija board on the floor. annoyance builds, and then melts into concern, as a younger witch points a shaky finger to a far corner in the bedroom. reluctantly, natalie turns her head, only to freeze when she spots a figure standing there. a glare is cast in the direction of the other girls (’what have you done?’ it demands), before she steps towards the specter cautiously. 

[deloresisout]

@shackledspectre​   said   :    ❛ i won’t stay very long. ❜

     THERE’S ALWAYS something to be done, Delores can’t deny that. However, she all the same does not feel compelled to vanish him from her office. Composed, calm, she replies: “don’t feel compelled to leave so soon. Take a seat, if you want.”

[extraordinarygrrls]

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It surprised Melinoe when she felt cooped up, her room was the safest place she knew, really the only place she wished to know. But there were the woods outside of her family’s isolated manor, and it seemed like a nice place to walk when her parents were arguing at midnight. When the mist rose over the trees, when there was rustling in the wind, and she swore when her boots crunched the autumn leaves she could also hear the jingling of chains.

She felt urged to leave her house by an unknown force, whenever a spectral presence was close she needed to find it, she had to, or her mind would not be at ease. Besides, the cold air was good for her, and in the dark of the night the heat of the sun wouldn’t make her head swim. 

She heard the clanging and dragging of the metal chains the deeper into the woods she went, and by the time she saw him, she was sitting on a log in exhaustion. The mud stained her white pyjamas but she didn’t care, he was right there. The fledgling witch looked at him, and she caught his eye. “Hello.” She said, calmly, politely, as if he was just a man. A living man.

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@shackledspectre​

     Mothra stares at the specter in front of her for a long time, unsure of what to say. A long time ago, perhaps, she would’ve had more empathy, or maybe even felt vengeful towards the businessmen and capitalists of the world, but now, she finds only pity, and sorrow in her heart– sorrow for the fact that many of them do not know what they are doing, and don’t realize how their greed will lead to the undoing of all. The most frustrating part of it all is that she can no longer stop them in the same manner she once had; time was, she would stop everything in her path with just a flap of her monstrous wings, but now, she is lost, along with the rest of the kaiju who protect this world. 

     Yet that is another matter– this one can no longer harm anyone, having long been separated from the mortal coil. Her expression softens, and she watches him for a moment longer, before she finally breaks her silence. 

     “Why have you come here?”

[lightninglit]

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Fagin was a young man. Back then at least. Young and skinny and timid, but clever beyond all means.  Rather clever beyond his lack of means. He didn’t have much of a home anymore. It wasn’t too hard to find shelter. If he picked enough coins from enough men in top hats, especially visitors, he was able to get a boarding room. Just enough water to clean up, look somewhat more presentable to the public. And just clean enough he could blend into the background of Camden. 

Other nights, he’d return to Bill. 

The man was not a target. Fagin could infer that from the onset. He eyed him carefully, steadily.

Not a target at all.

He straightened his hat, the same ratty black number he’s had for as long as he could pray, and he approaches the man, extending his hand, holding in his palm, a coin purse (one that certainly did not belong to the man in front of him)

“Excuse me. Is this yours? I found it on the ground over there.”

“I’d hate for this to wind up in the wrong hands. You never know who’s lingering around these parts.”