Those That Walk in the Dark| On Hiatus |

It’s a terribly cold evening when Edwin leans against the old Camry with Liam at his side. He isn’t sure how he got there, or how they had gotten so close together like this. It could’ve been the icy asphalt road, or maybe something else. Either way, something happened.

His lips are soft against the other boy’s as he rests an arm near his head on the side of the car. His eyes are wide with surprise and fear as he pulls away, he backs up into the gas tank behind him before chuckling nervously. He’s always nervous so this isn’t anything new but, there’s something else behind those jittery hands of his that fly up in defense.

“S-Sorry! I-I didn’t mean to do that. The road was just really slippery and I didn’t think you’d move! Uh.. sorry”, he apologizes again, gaze casted to the side for a second in deep thought.

He was taken by surprise as Edwin’s lips rested upon his, Liam didn’t resist his sudden move but instead decided to kiss him back. As the timid man backed up, with a nervous look on his face. Liam opened his eyes again and looked over at the flustered Edwin.

“no need to apologise…although it was sudden and accidental, your a pretty decent kisser y'know?” Liam had a warm look in his eyes and his voice sounded calm and relaxed, although his face was tinted a light red.

“You don’t mean that”, he says with an aloof grin.

The only reason Liam might’ve even said that is because of how much he’s been practicing. Not with anyone, but with the crook of his elbow. It was Senior prom and there was this person that Edwin has been looking forward to asking out. It was a bold move by far, even when Edith doubted he’d have the balls to go and talk to her. He had this dumb look on his face, one filled with hope and courage, how sad it was when she declined him. Her boyfriend had shown up at the little meeting place too. What probably sucked the most was the part about getting shoved into the garbage can.

Currently, he was scratching the back of his neck. His eyes were curious as he stares at Liam; wondering if his words were true on the behalf of how warm his gaze was. It made Edwin feel fuzzy at the cheek and queer in the chest.

“Just to be sure though…”

“Do.. you.. want to do that again?”, he asks anxiously.

…

After a long pause, he coughs into his fist before chuckling again.

Liam’s had his fair share of relationships in his life, before all of this, it was a mix of good and loving relationships, along with some not so good and horrid relationships.

Liam stopped leaning against the car to stand upright, leaning his weight from foot to foot. He looked somewhat surprised; while keeping the warm look in his eyes; when Edwin asked his question.

“Okay”, he flushes as he starts to get a little closer to Liam.

Edwin’s hands gingerly reach out to cup Liam’s face as he starts to close the gap between himself and the other boy. His lips ghost over Liam’s and he closes his eyes before he kisses him. It’s a little more curious this time, not as short as the last one. It’s still awkward nevertheless and you could feel his lips perk up into a smile as he pulls back before going back in.

When he’s felt that it’s been long enough, Edwin moves his hands and steps back.

Liam was curious the second time around as well, definitely more passionate than the first. He kept a strong but gentle hold on Edwin’s waist during the whole thing, he felt the others lips perk into a smile as he took a small breath while Liam let out a light chuckle.

Once Edwin began to back up once he was done, Liam let go of the boys waist and lips. He opened his eyes and looked back over at him, the same relaxed but warm look in his eyes.

Sorry, I got distracted. What was your question?

Don’t be barking up the wrong tree, now.

It’s a terribly cold evening when Edwin leans against the old Camry with Liam at his side. He isn’t sure how he got there, or how they had gotten so close together like this. It could’ve been the icy asphalt road, or maybe something else. Either way, something happened.

His lips are soft against the other boy’s as he rests an arm near his head on the side of the car. His eyes are wide with surprise and fear as he pulls away, he backs up into the gas tank behind him before chuckling nervously. He’s always nervous so this isn’t anything new but, there’s something else behind those jittery hands of his that fly up in defense.

“S-Sorry! I-I didn’t mean to do that. The road was just really slippery and I didn’t think you’d move! Uh.. sorry”, he apologizes again, gaze casted to the side for a second in deep thought.

He was taken by surprise as Edwin's lips rested upon his, Liam didn't resist his sudden move but instead decided to kiss him back. As the timid man backed up, with a nervous look on his face. Liam opened his eyes again and looked over at the flustered Edwin.

"no need to apologise...although it was sudden and accidental, your a pretty decent kisser y'know?" Liam had a warm look in his eyes and his voice sounded calm and relaxed, although his face was tinted a light red.

“You don’t mean that”, he says with an aloof grin.

The only reason Liam might’ve even said that is because of how much he’s been practicing. Not with anyone, but with the crook of his elbow. It was Senior prom and there was this person that Edwin has been looking forward to asking out. It was a bold move by far, even when Edith doubted he’d have the balls to go and talk to her. He had this dumb look on his face, one filled with hope and courage, how sad it was when she declined him. Her boyfriend had shown up at the little meeting place too. What probably sucked the most was the part about getting shoved into the garbage can.

Currently, he was scratching the back of his neck. His eyes were curious as he stares at Liam; wondering if his words were true on the behalf of how warm his gaze was. It made Edwin feel fuzzy at the cheek and queer in the chest.

“Just to be sure though...”

“Do.. you.. want to do that again?”, he asks anxiously.

...

After a long pause, he coughs into his fist before chuckling again.

Liam's had his fair share of relationships in his life, before all of this, it was a mix of good and loving relationships, along with some not so good and horrid relationships.

Liam stopped leaning against the car to stand upright, leaning his weight from foot to foot. He looked somewhat surprised; while keeping the warm look in his eyes; when Edwin asked his question.

“Okay”, he flushes as he starts to get a little closer to Liam.

Edwin’s hands gingerly reach out to cup Liam’s face as he starts to close the gap between himself and the other boy. His lips ghost over Liam’s and he closes his eyes before he kisses him. It’s a little more curious this time, not as short as the last one. It’s still awkward nevertheless and you could feel his lips perk up into a smile as he pulls back before going back in.

When he’s felt that it’s been long enough, Edwin moves his hands and steps back.

@ask-the-pessimisitic-survivor

Edwin sits by the fire with his back facing the trees and wilderness. Currently, he was trying to fall asleep somehow. But nothing could keep the fountain of thoughts in his mind at bay. Not even the pleasant warmth that the fire had to offer. That seemed to make things even harder for the boy as he stood up with a sigh.

“I guess I could walk around”, he mumbles to himself

They’re immediately whip out their knife and press it against the man’s neck  They speak in their usual annoyed tone. Their sharp yellow eyes scan the man and once they finish they put the knife away and back up. “Hello their.”

( @the-ghost-face​ )

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Ghostface chuckled. “Feisty, aren’t you? I like that. Makes it more fun to play with you.”

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“Eh, more of the fact I don’t know you and you’re probably a killer if my gut is correct.” They chuckle.

( @the-ghost-face )

@jellysmuses

@ask-the-pessimisitic-survivor

Edwin sits by the fire with his back facing the trees and wilderness. Currently, he was trying to fall asleep somehow. But nothing could keep the fountain of thoughts in his mind at bay. Not even the pleasant warmth that the fire had to offer. That seemed to make things even harder for the boy as he stood up with a sigh.

“I guess I could walk around”, he mumbles to himself

Send in a “⚱” for my muse to tell yours whether theyd smash or pass @jellysmuses

[I wanted a draw meme specific to Dead by Daylight Muses so I figured I’d make one! Enjoy!]

Dead By Daylight Prompts:

✨ : … In your favorite Cosmetic for them 💫 : … In your least favorite Cosmetic for them 🙅‍♀️ : … In a different Survivors clothes (or Killers clothes) 🙆‍♀️ : … Dressed up as your favorite killer (or your favorite survivor) 👯‍♀️ : … As their Roleswap (Survivor if they’re a killer, or a killer if they’re a survivor) 💀  : … Getting Mori’d (or Mori’ing a survivor) 🗽 : … Cleansing a Hex Totem (or making a Hex Totem) 🕷 : … On the Hook (or putting a survivor on the hook) 🌳 : … In their Favorite map 🌾 : … In their Least Favorite map 🌑 : … In between Trials (At the Campfire, hanging in individual realms, etc)

General Prompts:

They sigh getting slightly annoyed “Sure kid, but first let’s get you patched up before your damn wounds get infected.” They pull out from their backpack a first aid kit they keep handy.

Jasper rests easier now, a little less pained than from before. A thin sheet of sweat coats her brow as she leans against the cotton bed and the cozy blankets that have been pulled around her. In a safe environment, one would think that there’d be safe dreams. There isn’t a single danger in sight. No worries or anything to fear… but what lies within.

“TANYA!”

“This can’t be happening…”

Jasper’s grown used to this ill dreaming. Though, that doesn’t mean that the uneasiness has completely been erased when stirring. Currently, the New Yorker opens her eyes with a dread she hasn’t felt in a long while. They play tricks on her, making the blurry image of Jessie appear to be something else in her eyes.

“Hey…”, she starts.

She sat up, pulling the covers off to go and reach out to the pessimist. Only she didn’t see them there. Not right away.

“Tan..”, something starts to smart.

Not her. That’s not her.

The gash from the side has split, not opening up entirely, but it’s been pulled at.

After rubbing her eyes to clear the vision away, Jasper glances at the side of the bed. A black gas mask sits still. This causes the other to glance up and stare at Jessie, not for too long however.

She respects the privacy of others, so rather than going to pry she lays back down and closes her eyes to try and sleep again. The curiosity eats at the back of her mind as she lies awake on the old wooden bed.

Aw, to hell with it.

“And these are lame, they aren’t worth talking about”, she adds before admiring the left side of their face.

She enjoys this side of Jessie, able to not be so brooding or put on a show. Although Jasper won’t mention anything of it, she hopes to see them laugh more(both freely and often).

She stands up abruptly and raises her arms strongly to flex.

“These bad boys haven’t let me down just yet, I won’t count on ‘em to do so now”, she grins.

The words feel bitter in her mouth; because that’s a lie. And it hurts. Her wound is open now and the bandages have torn some from her moving about to show how healthy and strong that she is.

“Aw shit…”, she looks down when she feels that sting again.

“Stupid ass fuckin’…”, she goes to sit down on the bed.

Pain was a dear friend to the ex-gangster; always showing up in her times of need. Always ruining her days and causing grief to follow shortly after. When she’s mentally prepared herself for the next few moments of closing her wound, she starts taking her jacket and shirt off. Tossing the garments to the floor to reveal a binder and splotches of numerous scars.

“I can’t thank you enough kid. Really”, she says, going to ruffle his hair before going to rest on the bed.

They sigh getting slightly annoyed “Sure kid, but first let’s get you patched up before your damn wounds get infected.” They pull out from their backpack a first aid kit they keep handy.

Jasper rests easier now, a little less pained than from before. A thin sheet of sweat coats her brow as she leans against the cotton bed and the cozy blankets that have been pulled around her. In a safe environment, one would think that there’d be safe dreams. There isn’t a single danger in sight. No worries or anything to fear… but what lies within.

“TANYA!”

“This can’t be happening…”

Jasper’s grown used to this ill dreaming. Though, that doesn’t mean that the uneasiness has completely been erased when stirring. Currently, the New Yorker opens her eyes with a dread she hasn’t felt in a long while. They play tricks on her, making the blurry image of Jessie appear to be something else in her eyes.

“Hey…”, she starts.

She sat up, pulling the covers off to go and reach out to the pessimist. Only she didn’t see them there. Not right away.

“Tan..”, something starts to smart.

Not her. That’s not her.

The gash from the side has split, not opening up entirely, but it’s been pulled at.

After rubbing her eyes to clear the vision away, Jasper glances at the side of the bed. A black gas mask sits still. This causes the other to glance up and stare at Jessie, not for too long however.

She respects the privacy of others, so rather than going to pry she lays back down and closes her eyes to try and sleep again. The curiosity eats at the back of her mind as she lies awake on the old wooden bed.

Aw, to hell with it.

“And these are lame, they aren’t worth talking about”, she adds before admiring the left side of their face.

She enjoys this side of Jessie, able to not be so brooding or put on a show. Although Jasper won’t mention anything of it, she hopes to see them laugh more(both freely and often).

She stands up abruptly and raises her arms strongly to flex.

“These bad boys haven’t let me down just yet, I won’t count on ‘em to do so now”, she grins.

The words feel bitter in her mouth; because that’s a lie. And it hurts. Her wound is open now and the bandages have torn some from her moving about to show how healthy and strong that she is.

“Aw shit…”, she looks down when she feels that sting again.

“Stupid ass fuckin’…”, she goes to sit down on the bed.

Pain was a dear friend to the ex-gangster; always showing up in her times of need. Always ruining her days and causing grief to follow shortly after. When she’s mentally prepared herself for the next few moments of closing her wound, she starts taking her jacket and shirt off. Tossing the garments to the floor to reveal a binder and splotches of numerous scars.

“I can’t thank you enough kid. Really”, she says, going to ruffle his hair before going to rest on the bed.

“Hey doll, you...”, she pauses when she sees the sleeping beauty just ahead.

“Oh”

Jogging over to the sleeping Greenland, Jasper figures that it’s probably best not to leave her alone. The streets are mean and it isn’t a good idea to be sleeping out in them. The New Yorker slips an arm under the maiden and then presses the other against her back. When she picks her up, she lets out an exhausted sigh. It’s been a while since she’s lifted, and an even longer time since she’s carried someone to a designated area.

Jasper takes Greenland to her home and rests her on her couch. It isn’t much but it’s better than a bus stop.

“Geez...”, Jasper wheezes as she finally sets her down.

“Someone else could’ve come around and... done something awful”, she says with a shudder.

“But anyways... how’d you sleep doll?”, she asks with an amused stare.

“By the way, I think you should know that you forgot a little something”, Jasper continues as she goes to reveal the white berret in her other hand.

“I was thinking of just keeping it, but I figured you’d get mad or somethin’. As adorable as /that/ might’ve been, I thought that it would be best to return it”, she grins.

She might as well send her home the right way, and see that she gets home safely as well. Before she goes to open the door, she calls for an Uber and leans against the door frame. Jasper bends down a little to place a quick kiss on her forehead and then opens her door.

“You forgot your goodbye kiss. Heh.”

“I called a cab for you, so stick by for a little bit. It should be here in a good two minutes okay? Tell your brothers I said hi”, Jasper chuckles fondly.

“Want me to kiss you again?”, she teased.

The timid reactions from the dressed maiden was really funny for the older woman, so much so that she couldn’t suppress her laughter anymore. A quiet and low rumble carried up her throat as she laughs through her nose. A fist lifts itself to her mouth to try and not be any meaner than she currently was at the moment.

Her voice changes a little too when she speaks, all sweet and honey like.

The visit was rather nice and it’s good to have some company other than stray cats all the damn time. Jasper sighs in content as she heads into her kitchen to grab a quick snack. As if on cue, the Uber for Greenland arrives and a black and white cat appears by Jasper’s window.

“... No”, she tells the cat.

Yet it enters her quarters anyways and starts to rub itself against her leg.

“Nooooooo”, she whines as she starts giving it some of her prewrapped Tuna sandwich.

They sigh getting slightly annoyed “Sure kid, but first let’s get you patched up before your damn wounds get infected.” They pull out from their backpack a first aid kit they keep handy.

Jasper rests easier now, a little less pained than from before. A thin sheet of sweat coats her brow as she leans against the cotton bed and the cozy blankets that have been pulled around her. In a safe environment, one would think that there’d be safe dreams. There isn’t a single danger in sight. No worries or anything to fear… but what lies within.

“TANYA!”

“This can’t be happening…”

Jasper’s grown used to this ill dreaming. Though, that doesn’t mean that the uneasiness has completely been erased when stirring. Currently, the New Yorker opens her eyes with a dread she hasn’t felt in a long while. They play tricks on her, making the blurry image of Jessie appear to be something else in her eyes.

“Hey…”, she starts.

She sat up, pulling the covers off to go and reach out to the pessimist. Only she didn’t see them there. Not right away.

“Tan..”, something starts to smart.

Not her. That’s not her.

The gash from the side has split, not opening up entirely, but it’s been pulled at.

After rubbing her eyes to clear the vision away, Jasper glances at the side of the bed. A black gas mask sits still. This causes the other to glance up and stare at Jessie, not for too long however.

She respects the privacy of others, so rather than going to pry she lays back down and closes her eyes to try and sleep again. The curiosity eats at the back of her mind as she lies awake on the old wooden bed.

Aw, to hell with it.

“And these are lame, they aren’t worth talking about”, she adds before admiring the left side of their face.

She enjoys this side of Jessie, able to not be so brooding or put on a show. Although Jasper won’t mention anything of it, she hopes to see them laugh more(both freely and often).

She stands up abruptly and raises her arms strongly to flex.

“These bad boys haven’t let me down just yet, I won’t count on ‘em to do so now”, she grins.

The words feel bitter in her mouth; because that’s a lie. And it hurts. Her wound is open now and the bandages have torn some from her moving about to show how healthy and strong that she is.

“Aw shit…”, she looks down when she feels that sting again.

“Stupid ass fuckin’…”, she goes to sit down on the bed.

Pain was a dear friend to the ex-gangster; always showing up in her times of need. Always ruining her days and causing grief to follow shortly after. When she’s mentally prepared herself for the next few moments of closing her wound, she starts taking her jacket and shirt off. Tossing the garments to the floor to reveal a binder and splotches of numerous scars.