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today was, to put it lightly, just not her day. with her car in the shop, she had to call a cab to get to work, a customer chewed her out for one miniscule mistake, which stressed her out and caused her to make more mistakes. so what else is new, the faerie guesses. she's just one stupid mistake after another. can agatha's night get any worse? it's bad enough the cabs don't run at this hour, so she has to walk home along dimly lit streets.
she stops for a moment to take a sip from the bottle of, thankfully still cold, water she's carrying with her. tucking the bottle back into her bag, agatha closes her eyes, a sigh flowing from parted lips. she can't wait to get home, shower, change into something more comfortable and read for a bit. that's all she wants to do right now, but she hears sounds that one might only hear in a horror movie; flesh tearing, wet squelching, heavy breathing, and it keeps her from moving.
agatha's gaze drifts down the alley, her head slowly turning to see the gruesome, bloody scene laid out not far from where she stands. her eyes widen and fear grips her, her heart racing as her gaze meets the man's. no, surely that's no man. some... monster. something vicious and hungry. the growl he lets out reaches her ears and her breath hitches, a foot moving back one tiny step. he steps forward and then she bolts, fleeing like a rabbit from a starving wolf.
he should know to hold himself back. to have better prepped for the situation he's put himself into. but then again - maybe he wants to be the monster. to be seen as less than human. to be looked down upon, hated. it's how it should be. he's always been ugly, rotting away inside. now the outside matches. ugly, deadly. rough edges - murderous intent.
he'd rolled up the fabric of the mask under his face to reveal fangs. he'd let himself hunt. jump on the unsuspecting guard. nails tore though clothes to expose the flesh of the neck and his teeth had sunk in. hell - he'd torn it open and let the blood spray over him. so much wasted but in bloodlust did it ever matter? it tastes bland - he doesn't expect an earth shattering taste to it.
it's when the body goes cold that he stops bothering to feast. he lets it fall to the ground, still leaking blood. a waste - but it's not that worth his time. a living victim, someone whose heart will pump the blood into his waiting mouth - that's what he wants more than anything. his gaze narrows in on the lone bystander. frozen by what? fear? intrigue? does it matter? not to the ghost. fangs bared, a low growl resounds from deep in his throat. blood soaks his exposed skin on the lower half of his face, dripping heavily. he takes the step forward, crimson irises showing nothing but hunger.
How sweet the sound, when you burn out,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLet's get this straight:
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe world is GRAY.
indie. sel. multi-muse. ft. ORIGINAL, DBD, and SLASHER muses.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpuppeteered by BROZI (he/they 30)
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aggie's like a cat in that she becomes a furnace when she's leaning or laying against you, more so when she's asleep.
“Why ya so clumsy as well?” Shiro cackles at his girlfriend. He loves her clumsiness. Shiro is just kidding.
she can't help it that she's clumsy! " keep it up or you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. " she singsongs, smiling up at him.