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slender fingers curve just above bare collarbones  , idly stroking porcelain skin as hazy eyes settle ‘pon light decorated streets  --  uncommon for her to simply admire her surroundings but holidays were a bit special. “. . it’s nice to see you again,”  came suddenly as the  small demon began to turn her head  ,  just slightly.  no more than necessary to flit half lidded gaze unto him. his scent was what caught her attention  ,  he’d been so quiet otherwise.  “how’ve you been?”

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              ❛         --------     MR . VALENTINI .           ❜       greeted by the    c r e a k i n g    of rusted hinges    &    solem    echo     of midnight heels that reverberate in a rhythmic pace across polished marble .    waist-length    raven blackness    that frames apple - cheeks contrasts   violently    against the pristine white of her coat .     dark orbs   observe  ,    offering you room    &   space to adjust to this new setting before she settles at the chair across from you  ,    hearing the door    shut    behind her  .      magenta smile is    feeble  but amiable  ,      a hint of femininity to her indoctrinated demeanor .       you seem    collected    compared to many others in this forsaken place  -    but this gives little to no insight at all as to what    rattles    inside that skull of yours  ;     a surgeon’s job is    easy      -     cracking open the bone with a power drill to find the complication .   a    psychiatrist’s    work however cannot rely in    tools   &   steady hands  ,   requires a more    personal touch .      ❛            I’M DOCTOR BURROUGHS  ,        but you can call me    maggie    if you prefer   .          ❜       it’s all about creating a    bond     isn’t it ?        ❛           would it be alright if we chatted a little today  ?            ❜      /    @twistedphoto

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A trace of  c r i m s o n  laid bare with its droplets LIKE BLOOMING ROSES, left for them to follow. The artist did not hesitate but to carefully place his bloodstained hands upon her shoulders as to slowly push her forward. Flowers of FLESH AND BLOOD, devoid of skin and pitted by burrowing maggots now made its appearance once they stepped closer into the light. The room  r e e k e d  of the smell of ROTTING FLESH, causing any sane stomach to heave from  d i s g u s t, except for the very creator who proudly inhaled the in his opinion exquisite aroma of art.

❛ What you are facing is my gratitude to you for your hard work, without you I wouldn’t have the core in my possession. Ah, isn’t it beautiful, my dear Esmeralda? A bouquet of flesh and blood… I must be such a romantic. ❜

 TWISTED   CANVAS.   A   MORBID   STAGE   OF   mangled   corpses   and   rotted   sculptures   are   displayed   under   crimson   spotlights.   There’s   no   point   in   fleeing   for   his   precious   OBSCURA   has   already   laid   sights   on   her.   She   breathes   in,   nearly   choking   on   the   putrid   air   that   engulfs   both   nostrils   threatening   to   scrunch   upward   in   disgust.   

❝  You   sick   son   of   a   bitch.   ❞   Eyes   narrow   as   she   walks  toward  him,   valiant   in   every   stride   taken   forth .   ❝   War   changes   people,   but   you-   you’re   on   a   whole   other   level   of   fucked   up,   aren’t   you?   ❞

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Death sat upon the edge of the piano with legs crossed, rocking them back and forth. She knew it would be someone’s time. It was only a matter of time. And for what? A means for art. Raven hair falls down her shoulders. Watching. Waiting. She hopes down from the piano. Letting her fingers trace along each key. It’s been too long since she’s played. Pulling up a seat she taking in a soft breath and begins to play Nocturne No. 2. In E Flat. One of her favorite pieces.

Her eyes shut. Taking in the soft sound. Remember the when it was first being created. Chopin was ahead of his time. And for him to be recognized for his art. It was one thing humans did right.

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What a great way to start off a New Year. Nadia was a bar, but not even a crowded one. It seemed that most people had the better taste to spend it with friends and family than spending it alone. Nadia had just finished a job in some small town and was not going to be able to make it home to Sleepy Hollow in time. It sucked really. She missed not sipping hot apple cider by the fire as her loved ones announced their New Year's resolutions. Holidays were probably the only time Nadia didn't let her past get to her, but on this night she was alone.

As Nadia worked on her second drink she couldn't help but notice someone was watching her. She had already noted that there were no supernatural presences around so the guy who was staring must be a human. She looked to her side and down the bar sat a single man with a drink in front of him.

Sheepishly she smiled at him before flipping her hair off to the side. She wasn't going to invite him to sit with her, no she had too much pride for that. But if the man really wanted to get her attention, he'd have to work for it. Drinking with a stranger seemed far better than drinking alone, but Nadia really didn't expect anything to happen.