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morphien-blog

— but nothing is cleaned through stagnancy, so move they must. create, they must. DESTROY, THEY MUST.

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walkindvde

‘I can be,’ nodding, ‘is that what you need?’

walkedfurther-blog

‘ --- I have my own protection.’ A glance at the bloody scorpion smeared into the woodgrain in front of her. She has faith in it; this creature, man he may be, wouldn’t be here, close to her, if he was a threat. ‘What manner of thing are you?’

#walkindvde #[vanessa voice] WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOSE

(@rideircc) She waits. She’s been waiting on the fringes long enough, far away from the little encampment that her fires would not be seen, subsisting on a store of dry meat that slowly ran out. Another three days, and then the water was gone too. Empty-handed, empty-stomached, and with a head bereft of clear thought, she fumbles through the loose mist and faint speckle of rain until she happens upon another corporeal form, the figure at first vague and then all too solid.

‘ --- please,’ she says, voice thin and rasping. ‘I have nowhere else to go. Refuge, food, only a day or two. Please.’

#rideircc #* v: when the battle's lost and won.#:3c

kingherearchive-blog

ALL HAIL MACBETH! ALL HAIL MACBETH! ALL HAIL MACBETH!

#lsitne. listen #my grandson #hes here. literal macbeth is here #promo.

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#out.#tbd.#hi

walkindvde:

‘Nobody’s stopping me.’

He draws his hand away. She brought him through, perhaps he should thank her.

The question scrapes out before she can consider it, properly, test the weight of any answers. “Are you protection?”

#walkindvde #vanessa.. no

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#out.#tbd.#im so annoyed lmao.. gchrist fuck u tumblr #@staff stop it

walkindvde:

He doesn’t move from her view, and he reaches to run his nails through the soft and faintly curling hairs at the nape of her neck.

‘It’s all me. What were you praying for?’

Freedom. Silence. Peace. “Protection.” The touch is like something spiked sliding against slate; she can almost hear the screaming noise it makes, just above the sound of comfort. A swallow to unstick her words from the inside of her throat. “You shouldn’t be here.”

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malterres

“ --- Mr Deschain?” She’s barely been here five minutes but already the heavy perfume of flowers has done its job: first, an overwhelming constant, almost pungent; then softer, sweeter, more yielding; and finally a barely noticeable buzz. She inhales, nonetheless, smiles with a little more wideness, a little more tenacity. “Vanessa Ives. Apologies for the scent. It’s rather overwhelming, today, isn’t it?”

#malterres #banging fists on table

walkedfurther:

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walkindvde:

‘Nightcomer,’ he laughs at the word itself, ‘could be one of mine. They could be, somewhat.’

When she turns her head, he idly steps around to the other side of her, playing a game of hide and seek.

‘I think I’ve done enough of your biddin’.’

There’s an odd urge to laugh, but her face won’t let a smile press through, sour or otherwise. She’s glad of it. Holding in a breath, she throws a look over her other shoulder. “I didn’t summon you here.” A pause, to think, words bristling at the edges of her skin, pressing gooseflesh up her arms. “Who commands you?”

#walkindvde #randall: im my own boss its like being an avon representative

rabbitinthemoon-blog

The perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.

Angela Carter (via rabbitinthemoon)

#muhuh #* non sum qualis eram.#* m: angela carter.

walkindvde:

From shadows behind her, he approaches, stops on the edge of the circular pool of sickly light she’s bathed in, looking down at the pale line of her neck, the rigid angle of her penitent back.

‘Could ask you the same thing and I’d be owed more of an answer; you’re the one who called on me.’

“I did no such thing.” It comes out defensive, half-whispered, sacrosanct as a product of her surroundings, her position. When she shifts to lay her hands in her lap, her knees scream in subdued pain. “You are no Nightcomer.”

Vanessa doesn’t have to look to know. The Nightcomers occupy a certain place on the spectrum of fear: this man, if he is a man, sits somewhere else on that line. She can’t place him, and isn’t sure she’d rest easy if she could. On a moment of brashness, eyeing the door and her little scorpion, “Leave me.”

#walkindvde #[vanessa voice] begone Nerd