yo its soup, again, for the 10000000th time, remaking their blog but this time with tags friendly for a multimuse blog! that being said, I have for you, a pair of half-brothers (with their mysterious roommate!) and a recently divorced chemistry teacher (also a witch but you don’t need to know that). if you’re interested, please like or reblog and I will come and check you out!!
that night she scrubbed your hands clean twice, and you still saw blood stuck deep in your pores. your battle – worn tongue doesn’t say the truth anymore ; that you are ruined.
and you wonder why she lets you ( the butcher ) touch her ( the sun ).
—- “THEY TEND TO BE ALIVE BECAUSE I ALLOW IT. As of now, I am deciding on which to leave you; None of them are quite pretty, I assure you.”
BLAME THE DEVIL FOR HAVING IDLE HANDS! They lock around the throats of the sinners, the saints and all among the world’s darkest creatures. Regardless of what would occur, would the boredom of The Count be sated for another day—? Who knows, certainly not Alucard. He denounces his civically to reveal a toothy grin, eyes peering into the depths of the other without the briefest of concern before he bows ever so slightly.
“It is, perhaps, both in a sense. The will to live is a human thing, but you are far from mortal, correct? Then, by your behalf, it is cowardice.”
———IT’S NOT THE STRUCK CHORD THAT BREAKS. rather, the man considered the possibility that it could be the entire instrument. internally, he grabbed himself before the implications of the beast’s assumption took hold of his mouth. cowardice for running he could take, but to apply the same to his immortality… he could argue against that point.
❝ you know nothing about me. ❞ words as sharp as daggers, but cold to the touch. he manages that with the current threat, at the very least.
❝ you let me live at your leisure, but i’m afraid i’ll bore you if i don’t get a little jaded. ❞
“ that isn’t real magic. this is real magic.” he throws his hands up and reality seems to change. does everything seem a bit more … shiny? ethereal? something seems off. everything looks the same but there is certainly another feeling lingering in the air. “ … welcome to Purgatory. “
———IT WAS A SENSATION THAT BURIED ITSELF IN THE VERY VERTEBRAE OF THE SPINE. an uncanny feeling, the kind which meant more in the way of disbelief than fear. he looked the other in the eye, his own widened just above the usual stare. purgatory was a belief of catholicism, one which he’d never truly bought into.
❝ i could tell you how little my book tells of the afterlife, but i don’t want to look misinformed? ❞
( hello , fawn here with yet –another muse . jesus christ . this here is OTTO! he’s a soft boy full of anxiety who works as a receptionist at a dental office . outside of work , he cares for a little vegetable garden && his pet chicken ; coco pop ! although he is shy && panics easily , he genuinely enjoys people && doing things for them . be his friend && he’ll give you gardening tips for days and even cook for you ! so if that is your kind of thing , please REBLOG or LIKE this post && i’ll check you out! )
“So, um- yeah, I’m not actually a boy love. Sorry about that. You just happened across me while I was under the influence of some mischievous bit of magic there. At least I was taller for a good while. Me real name’s Victoria by the way, though you can still call me Brendon if you like.” she shrugged, unsure of how to really handle this awkward situation with the young (relatively) warlock.
———CONFUSION HAD BEEN THE FIRST EMOTION TO GRACE HIS FACE ; the second was a more well rounded shade of the same feeling. at first, the man hadn’t quite recognized her despite the words coming from her mouth. it wasn’t until she’d uttered the name brendondid the tale become something of a peculiarity.
❝ believe me, i’m the last person you ought to be apologizing to for gender related expression. ❞ he almost wanted to laugh, though he felt that would be in bad taste considering she had yet to truly understand the scope of the statement. offering a hand, the german smiled.
❝ victoria, then? i can’t help but notice we keep running into one another. ❞
❛ of course. i trust your judgement over the tourist kiosks. ❜ he stood up and followed close behind him. his gaze meandered as they walked; he had never stayed with elliot. truthfully, he had never stayed in germany long enough where he needed a bed for more than one evening. for him, any trip meant rushing to and from whatever country his boss wanted him to be, with no real time to stop and take everything in.
he peered out one of the windows and visibly perked up when he said “adventure.” it had been many years since he had considered such a thing … ❛ oh ? did you think i’d say no? ❜ he shook his head. ❛ if you do go on one soon, you have to tell me. ❜ he needed an excuse to escape somewhere.
———❝ MIND IF I ASK A PERSONAL QUESTION? it’s only personal because you’re so much older than me. ❞ the man smiled, setting the suitcase on the covered mattress and plopping himself down beside it. green eyes glossed over his palm, the red beneath his skin turning back to his paler shade. he wondered about his body at times, how it continued to beat and drum against an ever changing landscape, despite the unnecessity of an immortal pulse. did whittaker bleed?
❝ when is your birthday? ❞ it would be hard to forget such a day, even with the years the man had lived. he considered his own birthday, a cold day in november, a time when the death of autumn had already run its course but the beauty of winter had not yet painted the landscape white.
❝ … if we can’t have fun today, then i might consider sponsoring an adventure for the future. ❞
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