#v; haunted!lillithe

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“H-Henry...!” She stuttered in a lonely tone as she dragged her feet along the floor as she slowly moved forward to him, opting to move directly into his arms. She felt so cold. She was not aware was not like she was before, not aware she was dead, of how she now appeared before the other. She sought his warmth, the comfort he brought within his embrace.

Her hand dragged along the walls, attempting to keep herself balanced, oblivious to the black stains she was leaving behind. She wanted just to hug him, to hold his hand. “H-Henry...” She called out to him again, as she drew near. Her legs wobbled, as she would attempt to stand on her own, but faltered and fell to her bruised, bloodied knees.                                                                                           He came back...

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Head-canon #9

In the Haunted!Lillithe verse, when she occasionally bleeds from her mouth, ears, and nose, she may leave messages on the walls with her blood, accompanied by her powers (which are mentioned in a previous headcanon post).

Many of them are incriminating, intended for the staff of Mobius, behind the workings of STEM. This is due to her rage, and sorrow surrounding the fact her death meant nothing to any of them. It is like a punishment to those with a guilty conscience.

Others are very sad messages… Mentioning her life before death. About her mother, how she wants to see her again.

Her writing, however, is scratched and scribbled, at times making it difficult to read.

Writing may be her only somewhat effective use of communication.

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Lost in You. [vicariousphotographer]

Empty black eyes stared blankly down the hallway of the seemingly abandoned and worn-down asylum she now dwelled in. She was lost in every sense of the word.

Blood old and new stained the tiles of the floor, producing the scent of rusted coins. It was a bitter scent to her, but one she had grown accustomed to.

She had wandered aimlessly around the asylum and ended up here… She felt alone, but was she truly alone?

A clattering sound resonated from the room closest to her. Her immediate response was to confirm there was a presence. She approached the outside of it, and placed her palm upon the wall, causing the wall on the other side to dent in towards her, and a black hand print to appear. It was one of the powers she possessed as one of the Haunted…

She waited, with a subtle curious tilt of her head.