It's Hard To Miss The Fear That Flashes In Gregory's Eyes ; The Way He Almost Recoils Backwards, Placing

★ — It's hard to miss the fear that flashes in Gregory's eyes ; the way he almost recoils backwards, placing enough steps between him and her so that she can't simply reach forward and grab him if she chose. He looks ready to bolt at any second, gripping the flashlight like it's a lifeline while his gaze occasionally flickers around the surroundings. She seems nice — seems just as clueless as he is, but he can't trust that. Not with the way things have been going for him this night.

"I'm fine." ( he's not ). "And I don't want to go anywhere with you." ( he can't risk her taking him to Vanessa ). "Just — just let me go. I'm not safe as long as I'm standing still."

@braveburned liked for a lyric starter (song)

"So I could say no, this shit is insane." And insane it was. What the hell was this kid doing here? What the hell was she doing here? It was late, all the kids should be gone. And yet here he was, talking about...well, whatever it was exactly he was on about. Sure, she knows the place is a bit...odd she's part of the reason it's odd, she just doesn't realize that part, but what he was talking about was still pretty out there. "But, I think that's against company policy." So, let's get you somewhere you can sit down and you can run this by me again, alright? Are you hungry? You're...kinda pale."

jr security guard gregory let’s go

smol superstar

what part of this haunted house are you?

tagged by: @rentemotion tagging: steal it from me !

the mirror — What do you see today? Better yet, what don’t you see today? Probably the same as yesterday, right? Everything at once and nothing at all. You know the face looking back at you enough to know that it is not your own, whatever that means. You’ve learned by now that your face is irrelevant, one that takes a backseat to the ones that come to you every day, asking you to show them lies. You don’t, of course, you are an amalgamation of all the faces looking back at you, a reflection of themselves. There is nothing but truth in that. Don’t take it too personally, then, when they scream in your face and take off running. You show them what they show you: who they are. It’s something you can relate to, isn’t it? Not being able to confront yourself face-to-face.

Marya Hornbacher, Waiting

it's the himbo mentor - angry child dynamic that got me