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@the-arkham-librarian sent ▲ to pull my muse into their muse's lap.
what happened that friday was honestly inevitable, blamore thought, as the days passed and they both seemed to be spending increasingly more time together; but it just hoped that it wouldn't happen anytime soon. however, life always had a funny way of throwing curveballs at the creature at whatever opportunities it could, and this seemed to be one of those times. it all started with blamore waking up that morning next to elizabeth only to discover it was in pain. pins and needles traveled up from the bottom of his spine to the collarbones he had jutting out of its skin.
the shooting pain that followed this just made matters worse. for, it forced blamore to try to sit up through the pain to go to the bathroom. this was because he remembered that nico, his doctor, had left him something to treat his nerve pain in situations like this — though it had made the rather unwise decision in hindsight to keep it stored in there. blamore, at this point, was trying to keep things quiet so elizabeth could still sleep but it was not an easy task. thus... whenever blamore felt another sharp pain course through the left side of his body right after the other, a clearly distressed groan left his mouth before he could stop himself.
and that unfortunately seemed to rouse eliza from her rest. their eyes had met for a brief moment, after all, in which blamore had to grip the edge of a nearby fixture just to keep himself standing. it wanted to say something, anything to eliza to explain, but the prickling sensation just got worse as it started to pant; a full-body shudder running through its body before a pair of arms was suddenly sweeping blamore into someplace intimately close to eliza. her lap. at first, he attempted to leave her lap, but his muscles felt like they'd become weaker all of a sudden. so blamore decided to curl up in her arms and dig its head into the crook of her neck to at least try to get more comfortable.
❝ it hurts. really hurts, ❞ that was all he could say right now as he started to pant, letting out a whine while a jabbing sensation plagued the area near the base of his spine and hip. ❝ i was... i was going to get some meds, for this. its nerve pain. je suis désolé (i am sorry), eliza, i did my best to make as little noise as possible when i was getting up. ❞ blamore trembled in his spot and swallowed thickly. a fatigued chuckle left it, ❝ but it always feels worse than i remember it being the last time. ❞
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@bughoused sent: ▲ to pull my muse into their muse’s lap!
it wasn't often that blamore got to venture outside of gotham, much less with someone else. and so when he stepped onto the train that would take him as well as renfield to their next destination, it almost immediately reached out for her hand. this was done in both a bit of anxiety but mostly excitement. i mean, sure, maybe they were just venturing to another state — but blamore had actually never been to california before. and they planned on going to yosemite park, which he kept on hearing was beautiful. but of course... nothing could beat how renfield looked today.
its lips melted into a smile when it laid eyes on them yet again, even if the only view blamore was currently getting of them was the back of their head. he assumed that renfield must've been eager to get on the train, as she had practically dragged him in behind her by the hand. and it was admittedly kind of cute to blamore. there did seem to be a minor hiccup as they passed by countless seats that were already taken up, though. one had revealed itself to them before long however and this made blamore immediately want to volunteer to hold renfield in its lap. but in spite of that, the other had taken up the seat before he could so much as open his mouth.
and then she was pulling it into sitting on her lap. well, if this wasn't a covert way for renfield to cuddle with him, then he was about to be disappointed; though blamore only thought this to itself playfully. it did its best to curl up against the other so it could nuzzle a head full of bountiful dark curls into the crook of her neck. which, actually, didn't turn out to be all that difficult for him to do. a hum of contentment left it as it spoke up, ❝ mm... this is nice. you really know how to make a monstre (monster) like me feel special, you know that? ❞ he closed his eyes as he felt like he could truly trust renfield.
a soft chuckle left it, ❝ i'm going to make sure i buy you everything once we reach california, because i love you. even if it is something as weird as ostrich jerky. ❞
currently fueled by a strong sense of distrust and hatred for not just untrustworthy people like crane (in its opinion), but for humanity itself, blamore had no qualms with inciting a potential fight between itself and the other. too long had he spent time trying to help the people in gotham only to come to believe that they not only didn't deserve his or his father's before him efforts; but also that a majority of humans would be better off dead, as a matter of fact. so blamore looked at crane with nothing but contempt in its eyes as the other said something it couldn't quite catch. ❝ hmm? épouvantail, just for the future, i really wouldn't speak so low near my left side. i'm partially deaf in that ear. ❞
soon after, he let out an annoyed huff and gritted his teeth. blamore's eyebrows furrowed as he noticed crane was now holding up his hands. it logged what weapons it could see on the other's person in its mind, before letting out a humorless snort. ❝ wow. if you think this is me being uncharitable, then perhaps i should show you the man in my garden. i killed him, put him in the dirt, and he became fertilizer. that is one thing i like about nature — it is never wasteful. ❞ this man had a lot of gall to say anything to him, blamore thought, when he was sure he sometimes made people so afraid with his toxin that it killed them. its head perked up slightly at the faint sound of a bell ringing that was headed their way.
then, rather unexpectantly, the creature had pulled his bone away from crane's chest in favor of greeting the source of the sound: a lean orange cat. it pocketed the weapon before scooping the cat up, and before blamore had anything to say about it, she hissed at jonathan. a belly laugh from him filled the room then, ❝ ahh, marmalade, you have always been such a good judge of character. he is a bad man — isn't he? ❞ marmalade reached up to lick blamore's face as if to say 'yes, but i like you.' and with that, it begrudgingly told jonathan, ❝ i suppose i could let you live... for now. what did you want to know so badly that you just couldn't stay away? ❞
at the time, giving this man a warning for daring to step near its property with his horrid fear-inducing toxin seemed like a good idea to blamore — but now blamore was beginning to question whether killing jonathan on sight would've been the better choice now. the look in the good doctor's eyes told the creature everything he needed to know about his character, in his mind: that jonathan would likely pull it apart and study it if given the chance.
and blamore had about enough of being viewed as an experiment for a lifetime. its eyes narrowed as they settled on jonathan's form, the stance he took clearly being done deliberately as it showed off every sharp angle and crevice of its spine. the end of the row of vertebrae was also curled in mid-air like a tail, showing blamore could move it towards jonathan if he so chose to. an incredulous laugh suddenly escaped its lips at the other's forwardness, ❝ well, any time someone transitions to becoming a higher being, it's a given that it's not going to be comfortable. not that that's any of your business... salaud curieux (nosy bastard).❞
that last part is said in a slightly lower tone, but still loud enough for jonathan to hear, blamore seemingly believing that was true. that he was better than someone like jonathan. the creature let out an amused hum at his next statement, as if he found it rich he should be saying that. blamore decided at that moment to summon a sharpened bone out of its hand to serve as a weapon. it then approached jonathan, now just a few inches away, and pressed the tip of the blade to the other's chest.
❝ funny. i am focusing on myself, épouvantail (scarecrow). you were lingering around my greenhouse like a little pest — no doubt planning to cause trouble. so, i highly suggest you leave before i run out of patience. ❞