&& @wcrld ;;
NOXIOUS FUMES SPIRALLED out of the cigar clenched between his teeth; he finds there’s no finer scent and grinned wildly. Madly. Could have been called CHARMING. Could have been called murderous: depended on the EYE OF THE BEHOLDER. He didn’t quite fit in the sleek, clean lines of MINIMALISM: would have been right at home in a CURIO SHOP. “Daaaaarling -- “ He drawled; his hands at his back, looking out at the skyline as he chewed at paper and tobacco to the chuckles of a phoned in audience. “Aren’t things just going terribly, terribly awfully?” Those old fucks they were SMOTHERING: snuffing out candles with their fingertips one by one, piece by piece -- it was utterly, completely GLORIOUS. Turning to glance behind him at the very World itself, heavily lined eyes gave a wink as he grasped the cigar between his fingers; shook off ash and watched it fall like SNOW to hardwood. “It’s simply the most GROTESQUE thing I’ve ever seen.”
