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                           Whenever someone replied like that,               acted like they had seen something they couldn’t really describe, it made him               even more certain that this was a case. No one– – unless they were used to               the supernatural would take such a  thing  seriously,  and  it  was  his  job  to               reassure the kid that whatever he saw, wasn’t something he was  just  about               to laugh off.                       ❛ Don’t worry about it,               whatever you have to say i’m sure i’ve  heard  things  a  million  times  more               strange and unbelievable– –                                                               and  don’t  worry  about  me  blabbing  either,               all information is strictly confidential. ❜                         Sam offered a reassuring smile with his words,               the best he could give to make him feel a little more comfortable and make               himself appear more trustworthy. He’d been  doing  this  long  enough,  he               knew how it worked.

Persistent. Molars scraped against the pink flesh of the inside of his cheek as he looked into the man’s eyes. He knew that if he said nothing, he would seem suspicious. He knew that if he told even part of the real story, he’d be seen as crazy. However, that would keep the police, FBI, or anyone else who decided to pester him as far away as possible while he cleaned up the mess he made.

“...There was a shadow-like figure, dripping this black stuff that dripped off of it but never touched the ground. The stuff disappeared into thin air. I swear, it appeared out of nowhere.” 

Wrong. The shadow DIDN’T appear out of nowhere. The shadow could become hidden from sight, but left a trail. A trail of faint, sparkling dust one could only find if they were looking for it in the light of day. Cyr was still trying to figure out what was creating the trail, but just before the murder he had noticed that the trail had grown weaker. Did it pick something up from the warehouse he was staying in? Or was it fading out of existence? He knew better than to think the latter. His creations were much too powerful to simply fade away. They had to be KILLED, and luckily, he knew how to do it. But, if he didn’t get away from this man soon, he’d lose any chance he had of finding it.

“I thought it was just my eyes, a figment of my imagination. I don’t get much sleep so it was plausible. I watched it as it passed through the man, and moments later...”

He swallowed and looked away, as though reliving the memory pained him too much to continue. Truthfully, he was just angry. This could have been prevented. It was his fault for using his abilities more than he was supposed to. He knew better than that. In a softer voice, he finished his story. 

“It was like an explosion that happened in slow motion... If I knew it would do that I would’ve done something sooner.”

Stretched fingers hover ‘pon holster’s worn fabric; retreat, tentative, to the air. Anger, shame prickling outskirts of his mind —- he has a BLIND SPOT now. No problem had he’d been able to see. ( Useless. ) Hands above head, he turns; stares down the barrel of a gun. Swallows down the lump red-hot in his throat; exhales a breath to the air.

                    “ I don’t have anything. Supplies. “

FEAR. He is no stranger to it. He wished he didn’t have to be this way. He knew the kid probably wasn’t going to cause him any trouble, but he is not a man of trust. His tone is calm, non-aggressive, almost monotonous. 

My activity here will be lower than usual.

                            Sam would have loved to just let the kid go,               but there was a  R I S K  of more people dying because of this, and that               meant he couldn’t go soft on them just because they had duties to their               family to keep up. Still he showed some sympathy at least, but he did               hope the guy understood why he simply couldn’t wave goodbye to his               only lead.                        ❛ I promise this won’t take long,               as i’m sure you’ve noticed this is an incredibly serious case, we have to               follow every lead we get. ❜               There were some things Sam could pick up,               one of these things being that the guy was nervous, and he was trying to               hide that fact in front of him, something that naturally caused Sam to be               more suspicious. But he had to go ahead as if he hadn’t noticed that, the               best way to let the kid believe that Sam didn’t have any distrust and was               as open minded as he could be.                                ❛ Did you see anything that happened here? ❜

His weight shifts from one foot to the other. The victim’s body was shredded, as if slid into a paper shredder. His head was tossed some distance away from the rest of him, and ironically, still whole and recognizable. Ocyrus’ illusions had created true terrors before, but NONE like this. This was absolutely horrific. There was no lie great enough to come anywhere close to masking the truth. 

“Yeah. Unfortunately. . .” 

He pauses           takes a few seconds to confirm whether or not he’d tell a partial truth. At the time, he was no more than a witness. He was not accused, and he was not at fault. There was no physical evidence that could prove ANYTHING. And technically, it was not his hands that committed the murder.

“what does a nosey pepper do?” 

@chaoticborn

“would you like to hear a joke?”

      ‘this sounds like a really bad trip, I’m kinda for it.’

   ‘uhm – CREATIVE. I like it though, all for confusing important    authors of their own characters, right? or, you could go tell    legolas that some man created him named tolkien, REALLY    confuse him.’

     ‘mm – anything, I SUPPOSE. go wild.’

@chaoticborn·

                             It shouldn’t have felt so  N O R M A L ,                to stand over a dead body like that and just think that i was another day on                the job. Eyes avoiding the flash of camera’s, the nosey neighbours here to                see what happened to poor frank who lay in pieces along the road,  a  few                questions being thrown his way due to his guise as a member of the  F B I .                But Sam needed answers not questions,                eyes wandering to find a male much younger than himself. He had been on                the scene before anyone else had arrived, perhaps that was the best place                to start.                            ❛ Excuse me,                i’d like to ask you a few questions if that’s alright? ❜                A quick  F L A S H  was given of his badge,                hopefully enough for him to simply want to hand over some answers.

DAMMIT. He’d done it again. His imagination had fooled him, and without trying he created a monster and SET IT FREE into the world. He didn’t mean to unleash a monster that would KILL an innocent person. He had been hoping to find it before it hurt anyone, but apparently, he was much too late. 

His thoughts were tangled, a mess of possible plans of action and questions regarding the creature’s location. The agent was the one to finally break his chaotic chain of thoughts. A wave of panic crashes over him, though he does not express this outwardly in any way. What could he possibly tell this man that would make a lick of sense? He had no reason to be out on the road on foot at this time, and the gods knew he was a TERRIBLE liar.

Nonetheless, he keeps a calm tone and expression as he conjures up an excuse to get away from the investigator. 

@chaoticborn

   ‘okay, SERIOUS question – if you could do       anything right now, what would it be?’

@chaoticborn

Lydia was in the corner of the room. She was crouched in the corner, fingers entangled in her hair. She started to gently rock back and forth and the sound emitting from her lips was somewhere between a hum and a sob. Papers were strewn about her room. The walls were scratched to match her arms. SHE WAS OFF HER MEDS. But she needed to be! Or how else would she w r i t e? “Ozzy,” she croaked out. “…The voices aren’t going away.” And neither were the hallucinations. Every time she opened her eyes or lifted her chin, she saw them. 

Papers strewn about, hallucinations                 he knew exactly what was going on. Ocyrus stepped cautiously into the room; each step hesitant, careful not to step on or CRUMPLE any papers as he passed. He stopped a few feet from her and crouched before her. Comforting was never his strong suit, however, he’d do his best to do what he could to help his dearest friend. His voice was gentle, soft.

‘ You know where we are, what’s here. Do you HONESTLY think I could find something MEANINGFUL in a place like this? ’ His true intentions he tried to make clear, the hidden meanings laced in his forthright words he tried to expose. But he knew he was failing, &. this DAMNED conversation would go nowhere if he chose not to be truly HONEST. &. the half witch was even more confused about how they got to this point, &. why. Was Cyr not  h a p p y  with the life Cass had provided for him? Had he himself not been better at raising him? Had he failed, miserably &. effortlessly, to do the one thing he tried so TEDIOUSLY to do? &. Why would he worry about his well being, when not even Cass himself thought it to have ANY importance at all? Cassian’s mind tumbled and quaked with questions, with possibilities and theories he had never thought he could conjure up. &. for he and Ocyrus’ case, he hoped they proved to be false.  ‘ —- Where is this all coming from? ’

“Where it came from doesn’t MATTER.” 

Terse, rigid words are spoken to AVOID answering Cass’ question. His tone as biting and cold as can be, more than he'd even meant for his words to come across. His words and tone never failed to compensate for his lack of physical expression. The recesses of a demon’s mind ( even if he is only HALF ) is a dark place he’d never in a million years completely reveal to his brother. A talent of his had always been burying his feelings and locking them away for ‘another time’  that had yet to come. 

He quickly decided that he need not worry Cassian with further confessions. It was clear that Ocyrus had caused him ENOUGH concern for one day. The change in his tone is abrupt; a complete contrast. The slightest smile is etched upon porcelain features.

      ‘are you sure? i couldn’t accept your money. you earned it.’ he doesn’t mention, he’s undeserving of such kindness & that he’s grown weary of those who show it. his old self would chastise his future self, but he would only remind him of april : the ALLEGED kindness had killed him when he took it.

“Yes, and now I am giving it to YOU.” 

If only his brother could see him now. Random acts of kindness were so rare, he was uncertain that his brother had ever witnessed him perform one before.