"Oh No... I Painted My Nails And They Turned Out REALLY PRETTY And Now I'm Not Going To Get Anything

"Oh no... I painted my nails and they turned out REALLY PRETTY and now I'm not going to get anything done--"

She's already been staring at them for five minutes, watching the colors shift.

…utterly soothing, cool, fragrant, medicinal, like a healing herb, like a soft green leaf pressed to a wound.

– Iris Murdoch, The Message to the Planet

resting your head on their stomach while they play with your hair… the intimacy…. the tenderness…… peak romance

"It probably wanted to try adding me to that body count, but it's hard to kill what you can't catch."

She was grateful that at least the thing didn't seem to have wings like her. It still might be able to climb, though, so she tried to stay away from it after that first sighting.

"I assume you're looking for it? I can take you to the last place I saw it."

Hellboy hadn't fully narrowed down his quarry. What he'd put together from the messy scenes he'd investigated was that it was a hooved creature, the same as himself funny enough. And he had found patches of shaggy fur around.

Seems that he'd caught a break. Someone had seen the damned thing.

"Either you're a mind reader or you've laid eyes on the thing. I'm impressed considering everyone else who has so far are in pieces."

Go on anon and send my muse a nightmare! Could be about people they love, people they’ve lost, events in their lives, irrational fears they have, or anything you want!