#vicariousphotographer

[corvidamned]

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It's a rose thorn that comes to mind. Like the ones that grow in bushes in her family home, the one her saw before. This time it's not half on fire. The air is cool and peaceful. She moves from her arms crossed to hold an index finger out for them. She pinches it with Her thumb to offer him a drop of blood, for his drink or directly. "I'll talk about me... if you tell me your name."

[hellbloom]

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"Honestly, 'alf the time I really ain't thinkin' much - sorry, swee'heart. T'ain't all tha' interestin' up 'ere. 'm jus like any other guy - thinkin' 'bout sex all th' time, ha!" He laughed heartily, fangs catching the light. He wasn't lying, at least not entirely. "Sometimes, I might e'en think 'bout food."

His efforts to keep things calm and casual for the time being seemed to have paid off insofar, and he was grateful for it, happy to let Henry mumble on as he please once he'd finished having his bit of fun, chuckling at his own stupid jokes. Stormy gray watched a flock of doves startle and fly well and far away from the pond before them, vanishing into a bank of fog. He was unbothered by the relative uneasy silence beyond them.

"Yeah, yeah, whate'er ye say. Mhmm," a half-assed effort at placation - he wasn't paying much attention, eyes narrowing at the changes to their surroundings, unnerved by the chill in the air and smoke in his lungs. Fingers tapped on the arm of the iron park bench, the pad of his index burning sharply at the contact. His free arm coiled lazily around Henry's shoulders, palm perfectly aligned with the ball of his shoulder. Feigning alarm, concern...fear, eyes wide and heartrate artificially inflated. A bastard in the skin of a man, really. His nail caught on the bench arm, sizzling awfully in the quiet, a distant blare howling in the distance.

"Hen...d'ye hear tha'?"

[deliciousfear]

"Just some bad dreams, is all."

Penny offers, rubbing at his tired face. It was a little dangerous for him to be sleep deprived and hungry, but he was too exhausted to hunt down any animals. But also too scared to sleep, so there was little else he could do but distract himself. Hoping the hunger wouldn't take over him like in the past.

@vicariousphotographer // Closed.

[penniesfortheferryman]

"Maybe, there is just something about the vibe in the room." Kharon hums, motioning around, brows furrowing.

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[sanguinesinners]

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Hemlock Grove had been a strange rural town that only the cruel, greedy, crazy and abnormal people would inhabit, It had proven to be quaint and pretty at times but it was far from the luxurious life, apart from the large white tower that loomed over everyone as though it held such superiority, which it did, in fact. And it belonged to the one and only, Roman Godfrey - Sole beneficiary.

Once Hemlock High was out of the picture, Godfrey had brought his own home situated far away within the open forest and hidden from any watchful eyes, he already had encountered enough monsters in his time here that he was still getting used to actually becoming one. His thirst for blood was a new, strange addiction - Yet it was his only way to survive now.

Work as a CEO had been stressful, though all Roman had to do was listen to conference meetings throughout the day, and so his patience was growing thin - Only when he had finished the day with a neat whiskey in hand and a lit cigarette slotted in the corner of his plump mouth was he at peace. His local bar was his escape, and his serenity. After all, what more could go wrong in this god forsaken shit hole of nightmares?

[cagcdbird]

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The silence was deafening. Neither had spoken a word since they’d settled and found respite from the insanity in the quiet of his apartment. Anyone else would have thought they’d lost their mind, in a circumstance as absurd as this. But the odds had quashed improbability where it lay, favouring a reality that was here, that was now.

She was tired; it showed in the dark circles around her eyes and irreparable pupils that flitted back and forth, as if searching for something, anything to look at, but they could not. She had sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed in the privacy of his bathroom, scrubbed desperately at the blood coating her skin ‘till skin itself marred and blotchy. She had murdered so many people today. Some good; most bad. Some had families that would never see them come home, never know that their loved one lay dismembered now in a soup of viscera.

Soap and water could wash away the blood, but never the regret.

So when her own penitent thoughts had exhausted themselves, the lab rat sat wordlessly for a time, warming little hands on the hot mug of cocoa that the photographer had made up for her.

❝... I suppose that I have some explaining to do,❞ Fleurette finally cheeped, timid with uncertainty. ❝Where do you want me to start?❞

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     HE KNEW THAT he was being silly and that the other man was probably just looking for someone else but, tristan could never be too sure. he never trusted anyone these days, and given his past, he had every right. ‘ he could’ve --- he just didn’t look HUMAN, you know? ‘  he sighed, shaking his head to himself. ‘ sorry, i guess i’m just still on edge. ‘ tristan grasped the other males’ hand, and offered him a sheepish smile. ‘ i guess that’s what happens when i bring my work home with me. ‘ 

[demonslayvr]

                >> 🔥 <<        ❝        I DON’T GOT MUCH   cash on me but  . .  y’wanna go get somethin’ t’eat  ??    bein’ lonesome jerks on thanksgivin’  (  if ya   CELEBRATE   this shit  )  kinda seems pretty pathetic    ❞      

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