#testing the muse

[invadez-blog]

hit that heart for a one-liner

[cantillat-moved]

Icy blue gaze focused on the other, ❝ Fuck off. ❞

[losinmortalesperdidos]

This was so fun, he couldn’t miss it. The chatter of the crowd, the puzzled faces of the police. Someone throwing up at the lawn. (Oh, my god, what had happened there? I heard there’s blood all over the place. They can’t find the head. I heard that’s an animal attack. What kind of animal can do this?) He was standing at the corner of the street,  little aside from the other onlookers. His face was almost expressionless but inside he was laughing. Cawing. After a while, he spotted a man walking out of the house who looked like a senior detective, very professional. Their eyes met, and Corvus couldn’t resist, he winked and smiled. Let’s play.

@violeteyedkiller​

[lnfinit]

knife-like fingers flit to & fro stripping the area of any peace of mind. he hungers for combat, of course. those so inclined to blood money like himself could never sate the lust for battle. to him, quiet was the greater curse at hand. alas, the universe pays him no favors. the quiet persists. Infinite. a name associated with many things. cruelty. ruthlessness. savagery!! the very same berated to some glorified guard dog. the fact of the matter had what little of his face he had shown knit in perpetual scowl. menial positions like these were unsuited for the upper echelon, the elite. far better suited to the good doctor’s pawns. suppose he too despised his own brittleness.

“ nothing sours the palette quite like boredom I must admit. it would seem that the rabble only truly drown down when you want them to rise the most. ” aha! he finds humor sought so dearly in his boredom! the ever-so prominent reminder of just how terrifying he’d become. he knows the resistance lacks the courage to wage an attack on him. “ hahahahah... it truly is a shame when you’re too good at your job. hahahahaaaa.... ”