( M ) O N S T E R

this is a private + selective blog for thierry henry, an independent original ghoul oc.  mature themes will be present. mun + muse are 21+.  trigger warning for: vulgar language, blood / gore / violence / death.

                i will not follow back if muns age is not stated somewhere on the blog/doc!

“yes, i suppose they are, but mine aren’t… aren’t from that. sheer clumsiness really but they stand out quite obviously when you’re as pale as me.”

she wasn’t opposed to some of that, but she almost felt the need to justify why she was covered in a few bruises scattered about. people made assumptions enough, especially given some of their placement.

“you know how hard desk corners are when you speed around them and they clip your thigh? hurts like hell and leaves a nasty mark as well.”

a soft noise left the ghoul as cloudy blue eyes looked ophelia over. she was right. she really was pale. he blinked, tuning back in as she kept speaking, only catching the tail end of her statement. something about desks and running into the edges. 

𝔱𝔥𝔢  𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔰  𝔬𝔣  𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤  𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔰  𝔢𝔠𝔥𝔬  𝔬𝔣𝔣  𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰  followed  by  a  fit  of  giggling  laughter.  it’s  always  after  a  feed  that  the  ghoul  feels  her  most  playful,  and  being  in  the  company  of  the  other  does  little  to  stop  that.    she  looks  across  the  way  at  him,  pink  lips  stained  𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝚈  𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙼𝚂𝙾𝙽  as  features  fall  back  into  their  normal  state.        “best  friends?”          down  on  hands  and  knees,  she  crawls  over  the  corpse  between,  venturing  into  thierry’s  bubble  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴  𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳  𝙵𝙾𝚁  𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻  𝚂𝙿𝙰𝙲𝙴.        “best  friends  who..  kiss  sometimes?”          practically  in  his  lap  now,  she  eggs  him  on  with  a  playful  nudge  of  her  nose  against  his  own.  𝘐𝘕𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘙𝘙𝘈𝘎𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘌!  a  string  of  giggles  falls  between,  bubbling  up  from  bubblegum  lips  as  tiny,  bloodstained  hands  rest  along  either  side  of  him.            “c’mon,  thi,    𝐠𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞  𝐚  𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐜𝐡.”

usually thierry’s personal space was sacred to him. anyone coming close to him without his permission was met with a yell or a whimper. but this was different!! they were friends and they were sharing a meal. it was as if he blinked, and riley was in his face, her nose touching his quickly, a wide grin on her face. his head tilted to the side once, twice, milky blue eyes filled with mischief. 

𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢  𝔴𝔞𝔰  𝔞  𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢  𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫  𝔱𝔥𝔢  𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢  𝔪𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯was  the  most  popular  girl  in  school.  now,  i  know  what  you’re  thinking  :  mean  girls,  right?  well,  you’re  absolutely  correct.  riley  was  the  𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰  𝙶𝙴𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴  of  trenton  central  high.  some  would  probably  say  that  she  got  what  was  coming  to  her.  some  would  also  say  that  she  deserved  more  than  a  spear  to  the  heart  and  an  eternity  roaming  the  earth  feasting  on  the  flesh  of  the  dead.    guess  beggars  can’t  be  choosers.  at  least  now  there’s  a  bit  of  irony  in  the  fact  that  her  𝙻𝙸𝙿𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚂  𝙸𝚂  𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙳  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳  as  she  takes  a  bite  of  whoever  lay  in  front  of  her.    normally  gold  flecked  eyes  are  white  and  fogged  in  this  form  and  they  peer  over  at  him  from  under  faux  lashes.            “yanno  i  used’ta  be  called  a  real  𝙼𝙰𝙽  𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁  .  guess  now  that’s  more  true  than  evah,  huh?”          an  attempt  at  lightening  the  mood,  saccharine  giggles  echoing  off  mausoleum  walls.        “𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞  𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬,  𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭?  𝐦𝐞  𝐚𝐧’  𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

near manic laughter bubbled up in the ghoul’s throat, echoing nicely off the mausoleum walls. thierry found he liked riley very much !! which was great because he didn’t have many other friends. everyone he worked with found him strange and off putting which didn’t bother him much. he wasn’t there to find friends, he was there to help the dead and give him stable access to food.

a soft hum left him at her question, head tilting to the side like a confused puppy. were they friends ?! thierry liked to think so. it wasn’t like he had many other friends who understood his need to consume human flesh. riley got it !! so that made them friends !! 

      a soft noise of agreement leaves the ghoul as he leans back against the walls of the mausoleum. hand lifts to lick blood off his fingers, a fresh meal left at his feet. he’d lost his fair share of friends too. perks of half of them thinking he was dead. it was part of the reason he was so hesitant to make new ones. the nature of what he was meant he would outlive most of the people he met. 

     “yeah. i...i have too. ‘s part of why ‘m so damn bad at making new friends,” he mumbled. he reaches out a dirty sneaker to kick the corpse in front of him. “don’t know how to get close to people anymore. don’t know if i want to.”

        he pauses for a moment, midway through lifting his cigarette to his lips. a soft, almost manic giggle leaves him as he moves again, lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag. 

        “some people are into that,” he murmured, chapped lips spreading into a huge grin. “they like uh --- markin’ their territory or whatever. spankin’ ‘n bitin’ ‘n shit.” 

        was the ghoul one of those people? yes. was he about to admit that to a relative stranger? not yet. he did have some boundaries. 

      he appreciates her patience. usually he can eat and clean up fairly quickly. today is not one of those days. today, he’s anxious. his weight shifts from foot to foot as he looks around the mosalium. it’s a mess. he usually tries to keep his “home” a little cleaner. not that he expects guests but it’s just common decency!! 

    “sorry. usually better then this,” he mumbles, teeth moving to chew his bottom lip. the metallic tang of blood coats his tongue and he remembers his half eaten meal on the floor. “dunno if you’re hungry. ‘s deer.”