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OH MY GOD! i just want to say that this was the best dundies ever !
written by peggy.
vicemirrored:
dr. jekyll cannot help the slight, hissing intake of breath that he sucks in involuntarily after lucifer’s remark about the corpse. he turned a guy into mashed bloody potatoes !! that’s a fair description, in all honesty: poor carew hadn’t even been identifiable by the time the police came. ‘ mangling ’ is too mild a word for what was done to the man. jekyll can still recall, in vivid detail, how it felt to maul that body in the street — and by god, he can still recall how much he ENJOYED it. he has to grip the arm of his chair to steady himself for a moment before he can get his thoughts well enough in order to make any sort of reply. he manages to summon up a measure of indignant annoyance at lucifer’s assumption, and he clings to that, hoping that it does well enough to cover the momentary flash of panic brought on by the mention of the murder. “ if you’re implying that he was— that we were involved sexually, i won’t even dignify that with an answer. ”
‘ oh , you don’t have to , i’ll just come up with some on my own . ‘ he speaks through smiling teeth , brows arched ever so slightly as keen eyes search eagerly for the ripple of a reaction from his provocations . eventually , his patience for taunts grows thin . a final step has him looming close , a narrowed dark gaze locking onto the other’s . the whites of his teeth suddenly seem sharper than they are , and behind deep hazel eyes there is movement . the peripheral of a prowling predator , moving with grace and terrifying precision as it closes in . invasive , luring , tempting ; he sinks through layers upon layers of human defense mechanisms ; lies , and denial , reaching for whatever is tucked away in the darkest corners of the old doctor’s soul . ‘ there is something you want to tell me , isn’t there ? ‘ he prompts , words crawling beneath skin and through muscle until they reach something dark and hidden , where they begin to tug . ‘ come on , ‘ he leans closer , sinks in deeper , voice pleasant and damning , ‘ what is it you desire ? ‘ .
vicemirrored:
“ with all due respect, sir, ” says the scotsman firmly, “ i have told you several times already: i don’t know where mr. hyde is. ” there’s a definite haughtiness in his voice, as though he’s offended at the inconvenience of even being here, but beneath that, there’s a note of anxiety, too. either he’s merely concerned for what this whole affair will do to his image, or he knows more than he’s letting on. “ that’s all i can tell you. ”
at his side , detective decker flips the cluttered folder shut ; obviously moving towards ending the questioning without gaining so much as an ounce of helpful information from it . however , lucifer is not finished quite yet . tall limbs saunter into the center of attention , hip leaning against the table top as he leans forward , dark eyes trained upon the older man . doctors are scheming little things , he’s learned . too many skeletons involved for there to be none shoved into closets , and although this one looks about as harmful as a soft , silken bathrobe , he’s not about to leave any stone unturned . ‘ come now , senior . ‘ pearly whites flash into view as a charming curl stretches across his face , ‘ there’s got to be some juicy details . i mean , he turned a guy into mashed bloody potatoes ! ‘ the laughter in his voice is contained as he feels chloe’s gaze turn hostile , clearing his throat before he shuffles closer , the spark of intrigue alight in dark eyes ; ‘ actually , the two of you make a rather odd pair , don’t you ? but you see , what we’ve heard you’re rather . . . close . ‘
want to make a monster? take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable — your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers — and pretend they’re across the room. it’s too ugly to be human. it’s too ugly to be you. children are afraid of the dark because they have nothing real to work with. ADULTS ARE AFRAID OF THEMSELVES.
( selective / novel - based / penned by kyra. )
these aren’t tears it’s an optical illusion
dundied:
‘ uh– excuse me, sir– do you know what direction the bar is in? i can’t— people are too tall, and i can’t see over them. ‘ she’s dressed in her work clothes: button up blouse, cardigan, a-line skirt, and flats. at a club.
a row of white displays itself through a charming smile , dark eyes alight with mirth at the sight of a cardigan among the crowds of twinkling dresses and lethal heels . it’s refreshing , as a matter of fact . intriguing . he likes a bit of intrigue . ‘ why of course , little dove ! ‘ one graceful arm moves around her to splay a friendly hand over her shoulder , effectively steering her through the crowd in his stride , ‘ what sorry travesty of an owner would i be if i did not know the layout of my own club ? ‘
these aren’t tears it’s an optical illusion
