#tenebraemortem

[hyugainterior]

"I hear One laughing. Mocking, touching, I guess He sent it to be my guard, my confidante. The Others sound like feathers, a promise. I heard you crying loudest."

You heard me?

You hear them too?! I’m not alone? I can hear them oh my God I hear them just

It’s like someone yelling out of earshot- I know there are words but I can’t quite make them out and it’s so

its so quiet. i cant picture much quieter. is it so quiet for you too?

[hyugainterior]

"Do you think about it? The Voices and the Others?"

I don’t…

…you hear them too? What do they sound like, to you I mean- are they? I hear them if I

If I listen hard enough it’s like pinpricks, like tickling. I can’t; you hear it?

[hyugainterior]

💣

They appreciate your patience and vigilance, given their pro-p-propensity for laziness.

You should know they really r-respect you too! I don’t know what that’s worth though…

[hyugainterior]

As night descends upon the city, it turns aglow with brilliant hues of neons and pastels, colors blending together in a rough exterior shell of metal and glass. The buildings reflect the setting sun’s dying light across the remnants of the landscape before it falls to the jobs of street lights and businesses to keep the whole city lit up.

Thankfully, a twenty-four hour city never sleeps, and all night is the right time to find something to eat or drink. Cozy little cafes and shops set up to accommodate the late-nighters and other denizens of wonderful New York.

Though, were she to be honest, she wasn’t the largest fan of later nights within New York. Too many people looking to make a quick dollar off of people like her, but thankfully, she knew a nice little coffee shop not too far down from her apartment.

Did she drink coffee? No! It was too strong and bitter, harsh. But they did serve a nice tea and they had always been friendly to her. A set of bells sat ginger on the inner door handle, ringing against the glass as she pushed in. They’d greeted her on her arrival, a warm smile returned for the hospitality.

Checkered floor and cracking paint walls needed sprucing, bar stools torn through the years. The poor building needed such a touch up, but it gave it a sense of earnesty. Something many other establishments lacked.

Promptly she scooted herself to the counter, putting in an order for tea and some fries, a small pang of hunger twisting her stomach. She’d been... Hungry a lot lately. Too much, in fact, she needed to slow down.

A sigh left her throat at the notion as her eyes wandered to the left, spotting a man in the seat next to her. Who’d clearly been there and she didn’t see him! “O-oh, oh gosh, I’m s-sorry!”

It was rude to just take a seat next to someone like that, taking the chance to scoot another seat down. Slowly, droning, that pain returned to the base of her skull, sweet whispers filling her head. She tried to shake it off, but they whispered louder in response. “I-I hope I didn’t b-bother you...”

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