я буду убивать.

send me ☞ + a character to see how i would portray them.

Edward Cullen was a God among men. At least, that’s how literally all the ladies ever seemed to think--he was the hottest boy in school and his perfect bod was only rivaled by his perfect hair, which was like a Greek God’s. Did I mention he was like a God yet? Because he was Godly. He was the hottest hottie to ever hot in the history of ever. 

Aforementioned hottie was seated at the far side of the room (what room? we just don’t know--it adds to the mystery). staring out the window at the rain as it fell in torrents against the glass. He always liked the rain. It made the world feel just as gray and bleak as he was. And speaking of bleak, he had a date to attend with his cardboard cutout girlfriend, Bella. But he would be late for that. He had a lot of brooding to do before he could approach her, the sock puppet love of his life. The vampire breathed a low sigh against the glass of the window, and in the fog, he drew a sad face. A perfect summation of his inner turmoil.

◀☢▶ “Sometimes a woman smells blood and gets curious,” Nina said, looking down at the corpse. There was something about it…. “ – That used to be my neighbor.” Though he wasn’t at his most recognizable just now. “I hadn’t seen him in weeks. I was wondering what had happened to him.” Said in the same tone one might use when wondering what ever could have happened to a missing shoe. “How long would you say he’s been dead?”

♟      Foma was fully aware that Nina wasn’t supposed to be here. It was almost unnerving, at this point--she always showed up whenever bodies surfaced in this part of town, like she was always waiting nearby. But that would be a silly assumption to make, even if she did want to put Nina behind bars just to get her to leave her the fuck alone. There was nothing connecting Nina to these murders. The profile was nothing like her.