#2kyears

Henry was picking up some kind of weird vibe off this other man, and not the usual type he got when the dead was around him. He couldn't place it, but he was used to things being weird, so he shrugged it off.

"There are killers everywhere." Henry says, not his usual style to be pessimistic, but when you worked homicide you learned that lession real quick. "Graveyards are the least likely of places to get murdered, ironically."

He raised a brow, "No, I suppose I don't, not enough to be scared to visit at least. Is that why you came over here? To give a stranger some safety advice?" He smiled a little, "Bullshit." There was no heat to it, just an observation.

The Lady of Driftmark lies bleeding out on her marital bed. The sounds of a babe crying can be heard coming from the other room. My winter child, Rhaenys thinks, a tear slipping down her face as she squeezed her eyes shut. A child she would never hold. The pregnancy had been risky from the beginning due to her age and now the birth would prove to be the end of her.

"No, you don't get to die," the princess hears the familiar voice snap at her, and she manages to open her eyes to see Maurice. How had he even gotten in her room?

               HE   STOOD   OVER   THE   CREATURE,   EYES   BLAZED   IN   HOLY   LIGHT.   He   hated   these…   these   things.   How   dare   they   walk   with   human   skin,   move   as   if   they   are   normal   beings   when   they   are   creatures   of   the   damned.   How   could   they   allow   something   like   this   to   fester?   He   hated   them.   

               But   why?   

                  THEY   SIMPLY   FEED   ON   HUMANS   LIKE   PARASITES.   GOOD   OR   BAD,   humans   were   humans.   To   take   a   life   was   one   of   the   most   sinful   acts.   But   why   do   they   make   your   skin   crawl?   Because   they   look   so   human,   so   alive…   yet   they   are   dead.   

                  THE   ANGEL   HESITATED.   HIS   FIST   SHUT   TIGHTLY   AROUND   ONE   OF   his   daggers.   @2kyears  asked   for   death—   no,   questioned   for   it.   He   should   do   it.   He   should   spare   the   earth   one   smear   of   darkness.   It   would   be   easy.   It   would   be   what   he   was   made   to   do.   Yet,   as he   moved   his   hand,   he   slowly   put   his   weapon   away.   His   gaze   fluttered   to   a   normal   cold   blue,   “   What   is   your   name?   ”

                       𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 

LATE NIGHT PHONE CALL PROMPTS.

@2kyears sent: “ Have you forgotten that you should not steal someone’s property? ”

Meme: in-character quotes from discord

Busted. She’d already managed to sneak a handful of items into her bag, but clearly had not been as stealthy with her shoplifting as she’d thought. And now here she was, with a can of soda halfway to her jacket pocket, staring like a deer caught in headlights.