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( telepathy between siblings ... ft @spookyhubby ! )
ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ @spookyhubby
"it's nothing . . . " a bit defensively had she spoken, lips tightly shut whilst her eyes fluttered close; the inky substance of that rat had landed atop her skin as he fled the scene, leaving behind a burn that would hurt for days to come. she knew this feeling. it was sickeningly familiar. alas, a pang of guilt warped itself into her heart because of how brash she was — wrist pulled back into the safety of her sleeves whilst her fingers felt for it underneath, keeping a firm grip upon it. "it hurts more to know that he's escaped our grasp yet again." she mumbled under her breathe, trying to appear more tough than necessary. she hated that this was her kryptonite. she hated that he was pollution incarnate. he would be the end of her; of this world, perhaps. "i'm sorry. i should be more honest if we plan to work together . . . it is quite painful but i don't know anything that could soothe such a wound." gaze softened somewhat, trailing upwards to meet the masked eyes of the male. "what . . . what about you? are you okay?" a look into the distance. "and your men . . . i hope they're okay."
i saw her copy and paste this abt .2 seconds ago
@spookyhubby & mirage ⠀ :: ⠀ everything was perfect , or so he hoped for it to be , the elaborate day he had planned out for the two of them . just the two of them . if mirage was anything , he was meticulous , an eye for even the smallest of details that could go unseen by eyes unaware ⸻ finding the perfect place for a dinner date , what car he’d pick her up in , what cuffs and tie he’d wear with his suit ⸻ oh , and one could not forget about the ring . hours ‘pon hours , days ‘pon days , it was all he could think about . he wanted to marry her , to have the honor of calling her his wife and be her husband . this ring had to demonstrate the words that had remained unspoken , i am yours and you are mine . it’s in his hand , it is the first gift he would give in hopes that she’d say yes , staring at the black velvet box in his hand , so small , holding the most precious of rings ⸻ one that he believed to be just as beautiful as her , capturing her essence , bold but elegant , extravagant , shimmering . " darling , " he calls out to her , words always sweet , and what better than to treat her like the queen she was on her special day ? " i have a gift for you , the first of many i hope , " his voice is hopeful , mustering his unwavering courage when he approaches and then sinks down to one knee to take her hand , gently , gently … eyes peering at her , gaze full of love . it’s always been love . " i couldn’t wait any longer . milou , my love , my heart ⸻ will you accept this as a promise of my love and my loyalty to you ? "
⠀⠀⠀ his heart, his soul, his undying loyalty — all of that & more, mirage has managed to keep his word until the end. as a little little girl, she had always indulged in fantasies of the perfect love, the romantic beauty of weddings & whatever else the mind of a child could conjure; still untainted & lost in the clouds of hopeless romance. as more time passed & she grew into the woman that stands here now — those dreams have faded into distant memories, now nothing more than a fever dream.
⠀⠀⠀ that woman that stands here now; she who has written off a happily ever after long ago ⠀ ── ⠀ marriage was unbefit for one like her. all the teasing & joking between mirage and her, she always told herself she wasn't serious. though every denial would just give birth to the same jabs — a small hidden part within her clutching onto hope.
⠀⠀⠀ & the man was no fool — she should have seen it coming. yet when he willingly kneels before her, what he opens isn't just a box that hides a ring inside — it's a promise; one that makes her question everything she knew of this world & opening a whole new one right before her eyes. the only thing she is sure of is that if he could, he would spare no sweat nor blood to fit whatever she would ask of him in this little tiny promise.
⠀⠀⠀ this time, he managed to gain the upper hand & be one step ahead of her. ⠀ “ i— ” ⠀ she had always known it, but now she realises that his was the only touch on her skin that is right. ⠀ “ i do. ” ⠀ words were spoken in a whisper, meant for his ears only. he had kept his promise, so now it's finally her turn to give him his well-earned reward ( even if it comes at the cost of sounding like a broken record ). ⠀ “ of course— i do. there's nothing i could want more than this. ”
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sir what's that fuzzy lil creature latched onto your back
In his presence, she set aside previously studied paperwork and focused exclusively on him. She smiles politely from behind her desk, where she is nestled into a large chair. He rarely visited her workplace, but it was always delightful. "What a pleasant surprise," The fox hums before smoothing her palms flat across her desk and rising to stand. "Have you come to pick me up?" She couldn't blame him because she never worked overtime. He had to be concerned. "I'm perfectly fine, my dear. Just a couple additional deliveries today that I haven't yet organized."
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THERE'S A MOMENT . it's been moments , minutes , HOURS . she should've been ready hours ago ; knows it in her bones , but she can't move . can't move . it was a mistake , a SIMPLE mistake , her wallet contents having been spilt out onto MARBLE floor of pristine penthouse . ( you're a shell , you're a ghost of a PERSON , known it since you first seen it hit the light . you're a ghost . you're a ghost . it should've been you , it SHOULD'VE been you . amalgamation of a woman , not anymore mother than you are MONSTER . ) small box with empty slots where vials should have been held are now EMPTY , remains of what should have been sealed now lingering with the PHOTOS and sizzle in contact with each other ; glass sparkles and threatens to cut anything or anyone that comes near it . pistols that seem too big for her hands linger farther off , SCATTERED .
own hands are bleeding : chemical burns lingering on PALMS and stings , but jaylina doesn't move . doesn't MOVE . eyes linger and SETTLE on the two figures in the polaroid that she holds onto , gripping onto the PHOTO with a vice grip ; as if afraid it'll slip through her fingers if she's not careful . hollowed out woman left looking at the small , faded piece of paper . ( AJ , my love , aj . it should've been me . it should've been me . i thought i was better . i thought i was better . i should've been better . ) how long did she have that lingering in there ? how could she forget ? she's not sure . ( you're awful . how could you forget your son ? )
DOOR creaks open , and head is to snap up towards the other . doesn't know when she started crying : hot tears running down her FEATURES as she looks up towards MIRAGE , face almost expressionless save for the TEARS that continue to run down her face . ❛ i told you ... ❜ voice is hollow , swallows down her TEARS , ❛ that i wasn't doing today's job . are you fucking stupid or are you just intentionally dense ? ❜
@spookyhubby ♥ angsty starter call .
this is real , i’m real . look at me . :')
𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 | 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ➥ @spookyhubby
red. that's all that she would see. viscera. bloodshed. damnation. an unstoppable force that would pull her under. he, that rat, managed to get under her skin but usually, she was able to keep him at an arm's length — at a distance where he wouldn't touch her. where he wouldn't shake her up. but today was different. whilst on his trail, gaia had seemingly gotten too close to catching him & as a repellant, for a single moment, he had touched her soul. & for a moment, it felt like staring into the abyss. she felt a surge of negative energy course through her body; as if someone had set her insides afire. in response, the she-beast started to purely rely on her instincts; thrashing around, clawing at her aggressor who viewed her as nothing but a mere plaything. & after a few moments of raw anguish coursing through mind & body, she fell to the ground.
the heat was soon to be replaced by a more comfortable warmth & security, alas, the beast in her was shaken; fangs glinting in the faint light of the moon, labored breath escaping whilst slit pupils darted from one point to another, unable to properly ground herself. it was only when she heard his voice. mirage's voice. that a certain sense of serenity washed over her whole body. right. she was not fighting alone anymore. "a—ah . . . " & yet, the visions that caspian pierced her soul with left its marks & slowly, she felt an unbearable heat stinging her eyes. tears. oh, how long had it been since she had shown such a sight to another person. she felt disgusted by herself. to show this weakness. to cry for no reason but mind tricks. "i'm . . . i'm sorry." the divinity choked out, brows furrowing whilst she met his masked gaze. a single hand reached to grasp the material of his suit. but there was no use fighting these tears . . .