✿*゚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫. | ask meme
ᴛʜᴇ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴏ̨ᴜᴏᴛᴇs ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ғʀᴏᴍ 𝐄𝟎𝟑 ᴏғ ɴᴇᴛғʟɪx’s 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫. ᴛʜɪs ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ ɪs sᴇᴛ ɪɴ ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ 1980’s, ғᴇᴇʟ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ, ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs, ᴛᴇɴsᴇs, ᴇᴛᴄ ᴛᴏ sᴜɪᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅs. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴsᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ ’____’ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ғɪʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀɴᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪs ɪɴ. ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 ᴏғ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs sᴇʀɪᴇs: ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀ ᴇᴘɪsᴏᴅᴇ. ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀsᴋ ᴍᴇᴍᴇs ᴄʟꞮᴄᴋ ʜᴇƦᴇ.XX
TW: repeated mentions of su*cide & death/grief, this is a dramatic heavy-topic series so please be aware.
“I have an inquiring mind. I ask questions of myself and of the world around me every day,”
“Lock your doors, lock your windows, and give us a call if you see him again.”
“If you’re gonna flirt with him right in front of me, why would I stay for that?”
“But I saw how he twisted himself into her. Burrowed in deep.”
“Thank you for the conversation. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a real one.”
“The wrong kind of love can fuck you up. Follow you. Make you do some really stupid shit.”
“Why am I here on this Earth? Why am I here in this job, or, uh… why am I here with you when I was meant to be back home an hour ago?“
“No one’s ever given me flowers before.”
“Let me show you just how beautiful you are.”
“I see you, __Name__. I see you.”
“Twice now they’ve snuck out in the middle of the night.”
“I’ll show you everything. You must see the statue garden.”
“Shot plenty of rats with it. More than happy to add __Name__ fucking __Surname__ to the tally.”
“Tell you what, sweetheart. You’re gonna spend the rest of the day in bed.”
“Ever find you in here again, in __Name’s__ things, ever again, so help me God, I will drag you out of this house by your bloody ear and throw you into that dirty lake! Do you understand me?”
“Yeah, well, we both had a disappointing evening, haven’t we?”
“You’re naive when you want to be. That’s good to know.”
“I’m persuasive when I need to be.”
“That is a very specific Bordeaux, and it would knock your knickers off, __Name__.”
“People do, don’t they? Mix up love and possession.”
“Let’s go, do you want hot chocolate?“
“Well, I’m not practically perfect, but I am… perfectly splendid.”
“Were you for or against me?”
“See… people are like locked rooms. They’ve all got different locks, and you’ve got to guess the shape of their key.”
“Why, hello there. What a gorgeous flower you are.”
“Oh, thank God. He’s awake. He’s awake!”
“I mean, their parents didn’t come home. That’s all. They don’t comprehend much beyond that.”
“Nonsense, __Name__. We both know you don’t make mistakes.”
“The place will burn down one of these days.”
“What on earth would possess him to show his face around here again?”
“One of us needs to be sober enough to take him on.”
“Well, I found these, and I thought flowers this beautiful deserve a beautiful woman.“
“I’m so glad… that you stayed.”
“I expect being precious about blouses won’t serve me well.”
“What have I gotten myself into, exactly?”
“There’s not many stations that come in along this stretch, I’m afraid.”
“Well, I did a sweep, and I didn’t see anything.”
“We’ve all been in the wrong kind of love for one reason or another.”