#spookyhubby

[knifvd]

               (         telepathy  between  siblings   ...    ft  @spookyhubby   !          )

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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."

[knifvd]

i saw her copy and paste this abt .2 seconds ago

[bitterseadrop]

@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. ”

[yuuwen]

hey :>

sir what's that fuzzy lil creature latched onto your back

[shecharm]

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."

━━━━━━ * / ( @spookyhubby ) || starter call .

[knifvd]

             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  .

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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 . . .