through the mist

"Wait - you're bleeding."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Okay, I have you, I have you -"

"Don't you dare pass out on me."

"You good? You look a little pale."

"Your shirt... is that blood?"

"Oh, my god, are you serious? I think it's broken!"

"Why would you hide this from us?!"

"Okay - okay, breathe. We're going to help you."

"You idiot! You could have died!"

"I'm - I'm calling an ambulance -"

"Why are you breathing so shallowly?"

"You can barely stand."

"Sit down. Right now."

"I'm going to fix you up, but you have to sit still."

"I've had worse."

"It's not that bad, really..."

"I'm just a little... light headed...."

"It's barely bleeding at all."

"Aw, man, I liked this shirt."

"Oh, yeah that's... huh. That's a lot of blood."

"I'm just gonna sit right here... for a minute..."

"My chest really... hurts..."

"I can't really breathe -"

"Ow. It's fine. Ow."

"I can handle it myself."

"Oh, that? Yeah it's just... it's just a little blood..."

"Barely touched me."

"Why are there two of you?"

(  dialogue prompts taken from the silent hill 2 remake, developed by bloober team. trigger warning for dark themes. feel free to change as you seem fit. )

❛ in my restless dreams, i see that town. ❜

❛ hey, it's okay. i didn't mean to scare you. ❜

❛ i'm kind of lost. ❜

❛ i guess i don't really care if it's dangerous or not. i'm going either way. ❜

❛ what happened to this town? ❜

❛ whatever it is, it's not human. ❜

❛ i didn't do anything! he was like that when i got here. ❜

❛ you wanna come with? maybe together we can find a way out of this town. ❜

❛ sorry, but i can't leave. not yet. ❜

❛ are you afraid? ❜

❛ did you find the person that you were looking for? ❜

❛ don't worry, i'm not crazy. least, i don't think so. ❜

❛ should i go with you? this town really is dangerous. ❜

❛ what's a big dumb-dumb like you doing here anyway? ❜

❛ hey, that's not very nice. didn't your parents teach you any manners? ❜

❛ do i look like your girlfriend? ❜

❛ i can't believe it. your face, your voice... you could be— ❜

❛ i don't look like a ghost, do i? see? warm. ❜

❛ i can show you if you want. unless you have somewhere else to be? something else to do? ❜

❛ hey, easy there. i'm just messing with you. ❜

❛ you're coming with me? can't you just tell me where it is? ❜

❛ what, you were just gonna leave me here? alone? with all these monsters around? ❜

❛ is it because i remind you of... her? ❜

❛ this place we're going to, what is it, exactly? ❜

❛ you ever stay in a place like this? the walls are so thin you can hear everything. love, hate, jealousy... ❜

❛ i think you just saved my life back there. ❜

❛ hey. you think i'd look good in this one? ❜

❛ this room... there's something wrong with it. i think we should leave. ❜

❛ oh, loosen up. it sure beats running around with those monsters out there. ❜

❛ what will you tell her if... when you find her? ❜

❛ oh, c'mon. don't give me that look. i was just kidding. ❜

❛ can we stay? just for a little while? ❜

❛ this place, this whole thing, it's like a nightmare. i just wanted to get away from it, even for a second. ❜

❛ here. something to take the edge off. ❜

❛ we should probably get going. ❜

❛ we could come back later, if you want. you know, in case we need a break. ❜

❛ i wanted to ask you... what if you can't find [ name ]? what will you do? ❜

❛ thanks for checking up on me. it's very sweet of you. ❜

❛ how do you know my name? ❜

❛ i'm sorry, but i can't let you just run around this place. you might get hurt. ❜

❛ please open the door. there's something in here. ❜

❛ i was almost killed back there! i've never been so scared in my whole life! ❜

❛ all you care about is that dead wife of yours. ❜

❛ you couldn't care less about me, could you? ❜

❛ stay with me. don't leave me alone again. you're supposed to take care of me. ❜

❛ i don't know, for some reason i feel like it's up to me to protect her. ❜

❛ well, whaddaya know... a stroll in the rain. how romantic. ❜

❛ i'm trying to keep things light. just humor me, okay? ❜

❛ you think you could give me a hand? ❜

❛ you're supposed to be the big man around here. how's a little girl like me supposed to help? ❜

❛ what's wrong? i thought you wanted to get out of here. ❜

❛ this place is different from what i remember. i guess... things never really stay the same, do they? ❜

❛ you... still don't want me to go with you? if we stick together, we just might make it out of here. ❜

❛ ain't no big deal. just put the gun to their head and... pow! ❜

❛ you can't just kill someone 'cause of the way they looked at you. ❜

❛ please. i'll be good. i promise. ❜

❛ it's always the same with you. you're only after one thing. ❜

❛ i don't know who you think i am, but i don't want to hurt you. ❜

❛ i thought that thing killed you...! are you hurt? ❜

❛ but that thing... it stabbed you. there was blood everywhere. ❜

❛ stabbed me? what do you mean? ❜

❛ honey... did something happen to you? ❜

❛ are you confusing me with someone else? ❜

❛ you said you took everything. but you forgot the videotape we made. ❜

❛ it doesn't matter who i am. i'm here for you. ❜

❛ see? i'm real. ❜

❛ don't you want to touch me? ❜

❛ i'll come back, i promise. ❜

❛ how many times do i have to kill you? ❜

❛ it doesn't matter if you're smart, dumb, ugly, pretty... it's all the same once you're dead! ❜

❛ you wanna talk down to me some more? tell me to relax? ❜

❛ you know i'll find you! ❜

❛ guess i deserved it, huh? the fartface that i am. ❜

❛ you got any other things planned? i think i saw a dark room back there you could lock me up in. ❜

❛ where are you? i'm waiting for you. please, come to me. ❜

❛ i think you were right. what we're looking for... it's not here. ❜

❛ thank you for helping me earlier... but i wish you hadn't. ❜

❛ i know what you are. i now why i needed you. but it's all over now. i don't need you anymore. ❜

❛ it'd be easier if they just killed me. ❜

❛ why are you still here? i told you to go. ❜

❛ wait! please don't go. don't leave me alone. i didn't mean what i said. ❜

❛ please... tell me i'll be okay. ❜

❛ i'm here for you. so what if i'm not her? ❜

❛ i can give you what she never could. i can be better than her. ❜

❛ what else do you want me to be? ❜

❛ i won't let you do this to me. i won't let you go. ❜

❛ the truth is, i hated you. ❜

❛ i wanted my life back. ❜

❛ i tried. i really did. but... i just... can't go on without you. ❜

❛ i can't forgive myself for what i've done. ❜

❛ i want you to go on. i want you to live. for yourself and for others. ❜

Handsome…?

A light chuckle rolls out of Walter’s lips like water – fluid and light – as he rests his arms over the counter to give the patron every bit of his attention. He isn’t a stranger to flirting. Lots of people flirted with him every now and then and he was always polite to thank them and reciprocate the sentiment – but always at a surface level. Took more than a little stroke to his ego to actually make him swoon or fall heads over heels for someone. But he knew how to flirt. And bartenders flirted with their patrons. Maybe to make them feel good about themselves, maybe to boost their ego and keep them drinking… or in this case, a mixture of the man actually being good-looking and Walter wanting a way in. Maybe someone saw something. Maybe someone saw his sister around. He needed to proceed carefully. Until proven otherwise, he couldn’t exactly trust anyone.

“I don’t know…” His smile grows as he gently bite his bottom lip, eyes giving the man before him a quick glace that left little to the imagination. He could flirt like the best of them but that was something Walter didn’t resort as easily as others. “Do you have it rough? You were talking about yourself, right? You’re the only handsome bloke I see here.” As basic as that flirtation sounded – it served its purpose. He was called HANDSOME so that meant that the man before him was interested in men… what better way to let him know he was too than reciprocate the comment? “Especially those eyes of yours. I have never seen eyes that blue. I have the feeling that your eyes must get you into a lot a trouble. How rough are we talking about here?”

Brush it off... He knows he should. It's the only way.

With a chuckle he shook his head, motioning with his hand before he proceeded to lift his glass a bit. "No, I'm – I, uh... I mean." The more Walter said, the harder it got for Waylen to formulate the right words. What was he going to say, anyway? Holy Divine, save him, he didn't know he was this hopeless in front of men... Men who clearly had experience flirting, turning the tables around.

"You're... You're good. You're funny. That's... yeah, haha." He tries not to say too much, falling short anyway, hoping not to be any more obvious than he already is. Why, he feels his face already too flushed and he is struggling to keep up in general.

Their hands touch and Waylen feels... jubilation. The familiar feeling only increases with the strength of it. That touch is different but somewhat... known. He wanted them to meet. Surely, He wanted them to meet, get acquainted, connected. He feels it, and it makes his heart race. Marvelous, how His will falls in place perfectly. And how Waylen will come to follow it.

"You're doing it right now, actually. This is the most fun we have – drinking." Waylen pauses, in thought. In truth, he would do errands, for the most part. What else could there be, for fun?

"We have a bonfire, some nights. I guess that can be fun, from time to time. We let newcomers participate, too. It does them well. Keeps bad spirits away and such." As he mentions the spirits, his gaze is easily lifted towards him, light in his eyes glowing dim, waiting for some kind of reaction. Which side would he be on? Newcomers can be swayed, but some sway the wrong way...

My love's got a super sweet taste And a wicked mean face, and it makes me go, ahh...

Portrayal of fanatic Hannah O'Hanley, an original character written by Kuroki. Sideblog to @hauntane.

Exploring the human sacrifice ruled by a religion of evil, following the teachings of an inhumane cult. A forbidden fruit secluded in a temple of fervent devotion, looking to be liberated or destroyed.

Yet.

Angel covers his mouth and laughs coyly, like he knows something the other doesn't.

It's like being so close to the gates of holy ground, pulled by merciless wind. Both a soothing, but strange experience. Angel's presence is... hard to describe, to say the least. Waylen falls for the delight, the scarf that keeps him from the perils of the cold, overlooking the way his trachea feels just a little less loose than before. His airways lose just a slightly bit of air...

But no, of course he's not suffocated! He would notice it, otherwise, right?

The words chosen by god pull him further into that abyss he thinks is sacred. The scarf tightens but he's too busy believing that Angel knows, that Angel has been enlightened by the Holy Divine, to notice or care.

"You... You know," he sounds a little too excited. Almost as if he were about to froth at the mouth and drop himself over to revere this one, too. Come to think of it... Wasn't Angel strange? In a way that demands adoration... almost like–

"He sent you. He sent you, right? I... I must know." Waylen jolts a bit, to hold back wanting to hold the other's shoulders. His hands shake in expectation.

Casting an unimpressed look at the other, Joss raises a brow.

"None of the above. I wanted to ask how you did it." He stares back, unable to stare as nonchalantly and unimpressed as her. He was in awe with all of this, truth be told.

"Were you blessed?" It could only have been the Holy One's will for her to be able to wield such power, no?

He should say no, he knows he should say no... That he should put an end to whatever he himself had started... But, here he is, losing himself in the man's gaze. Why had he confessed so clearly?

"I... Yes." He fails to put a stop to it, because he doesn't want to. He hopes the Divine will forgive him for this. "I want to spend more time with you. Like you said, just us... But would it be right? It feels like... it would be wrong."

"No... Literally. He likes women like you. And your eyes, He loves those eyes. You have to offer them." Waylen explains before he is caught off guard by her comment. She called him handsome... Never had anyone called him that, not so genuinely. It feels strange, but not in a bad way. "My... My eyes aren't special. Yours are. We have to take you to the church. The temple, even."

Stealing all that I got. Lord I don't wanna stop. I look to Heaven a lot, but Hell is coming in hot.

Portrayal of fanatic Hannah O'Hanley, an original character written by Kuroki.

Exploring the human sacrifice ruled by a religion of evil, following the teachings of an inhumane cult. A forbidden fruit secluded in a temple of fervent devotion, looking to be liberated or destroyed.

And then SILENCE.

Walter had gone to the higher-ups at the Bureau and demanded to be put on the same mission as her. Conflict of interests or not, his sister was missing. He wanted to find her and find out what the actual crap was happening there. Maybe kill two birds with one damned stone and be done with that. So the position as bartender had recently opened and he took it. What better way to blend in than to pour drinks to the locals and learn of all the gossip there was around? People tended to get chatty when they drank and sooner or later, one of them would let something slip that he could use to his advantage. Or so he hoped.

The approachability of the man aligns perfectly with his job. He eases Waylen when he converses with tones of familiarity, a pleasant tune. Hearing him out, even chiming in to give his own suggestion, is naturally welcomed. Yet, even though he was cordial, probably because he was tending to a customer, there was that sense of having seen him before that still sparked curiosity. Him, or someone similar to him... Waylen knew something about him.

Maybe, he should revise the scripts again, later...

"Okay, I'll take it straight, then." He replies, light on his tone before listening in on his information. "I see... So even handsome men have it rough, huh?" He jokes and then internally scolds himself for it. Inappropriate, a step towards the wrong direction, frowned upon by the divine.

"Walter? A nice name. It's a pleasure." He extends his hand. "I'm Waylen, a local myself. It's always good to see newcomers around here. If you ever need anything, you can ask for me, I'll surely be able to help... With anything you need. Guidance, or otherwise." And with that, he takes a sip of his drink.

"Hah, you weren't kidding. The taste is much clearer. You were a bartender back at the city, too?"