Hecate Enthroned - Upon Promeathean Shores (Unscriptured Waters)
1995

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Hecate Enthroned - Upon Promeathean Shores (Unscriptured Waters)
1995
@unscriptured Asked:
❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜ (baby)
【❖】 ―――― Mama, Tiny and Daddy they were all gone now. They want her to believe that Otis was gone too but she don’t believe it. Solitary was meant to break her but Kitty always kept her company. For the longest time Kitty had been her only remaining companion but as of late somewhere in the darkness she started hearing another voice that often stayed for hours talking to her making her forget about the prison bars that surrounded her. They all thought she was crazy talking to herself. Well fuck them ‘cause they don’t know shit about shit. They think they want inside her head but that’s the last place they ever want to be. Insane laughter is already bubbling under the surface at them thinking they could handle even half of what’s inside her head. Little do they know she resides rent-free within the depths of their own minds, a malevolent tenant that will not vacate until they split like a rotten tomato, splattering across the floor in a bloody heap.
Her head twitches a she hears that familiar voice speaking to her. Baby smiles coyly, blue eyes glinting in the dim light of the cell. She tilted her head slightly, golden curls falling in front of her face as she listened intently to the voice. ❝ I just bet you say that to all the girls. ❞ She teased, that same insane laughter bubbling out once more. It was a strange comfort, knowing she wasn't truly alone in the darkness of her cell. ❝ I know they think they've won, but they have no idea what's coming. When I go, I wanna take you with me. ❞ She had plotted and planned, weaving an intricate scheme in the shadows of her prison. The others had watched her warily, sensing a shift in her demeanor but were unable to comprehend the storm brewing within her. None of them knew just how capable she was. Staying behind these bars like a caged animal only made her more dangerous. It was kill or be killed and she be damned if the grim reaper was punching her card any time soon.
@unscriptured Asked:
" Stop licking the damn thing! " (murphy)
【❖】 ―――― Murphy glanced up, his tongue freezing mid-lick on the empty whiskey glass. The stranger sitting a few seats away from him had a stern look on her face. ❝ Who the ‘ell are you ta tell me what ta do ? ❞ He retorted, clenching his jaw in frustration. He wasn’t intentionally trying to come off as an asshole but recent advents had left him trying to drown his sorrows. Murphy studied her a moment, taking in her sharp features and the glint of mischief in her eyes. He gestured to the bartender for another drink before turning back to the stranger, his gaze softening slightly. ❝ Sorry, wasn’t tryin’ ta be rude. ❞ Murphy couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity at the mysterious stranger who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere to scold him. He took a sip of his fresh drink, the fiery liquid burning all the way down his throat.
Things certainly hadn’t been his way as of late. The last job he was on his brother mysterious went missing and despite his best efforts to find Connor he kept coming up empty handed at every turn. Without his brother he felt empty, like a crucial part of himself was missing. But as he sat there, drowning in his thoughts and the burning sensation of whiskey, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Murphy leaned back in his seat, studying her again. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat being unable to shake such a nagging feeling as if god all mighty himself was trying to give him warning of caution. He had always been wary of strangers approaching him, especially in a place as dimly lit and crowded as this bar but this was something completely different. ❝ What’s yer name ? ❞ He asked quietly, his guard still up but his curiosity piqued.