#buriednotdead

@buriednotdead

Wanda sits in the car for a long time, staring apprehensively at the cabin.  She’s pleased to note the holly bushes she planted beneath the window are proudly sporting bright crimson berries, cheerful droplets of red scattered throughout the fresh layer of snow.

The little Christmas tree she’d brought a month earlier still sat in the window, ornaments twinkling and gleaming in the moonlight.  She wondered if he’d ever take it down, or if it would simply become a permanent fixture in the cabin.  Well, she certainly wouldn’t remove it, if he didn’t.  Let him have a little splash of warmth and color throughout the year.  

Maybe it makes him feel a little more alive.  Lord knows she can sympathize with that.

And speaking of him--here he is, now, heading straight for the car.  She can tell by his gait he hasn’t realized it’s her, yet.  Sighing heavily, she steels herself, then opens the car door, poking her head out and waving.

Vacation, have to get away!

You look at Lobo, chances are you don’t think he’s got a lot on his mind. Most of the time he exudes the breezy sort of confidence that comes with knowing everyone on the planet is terrified of you (or wants to get in your pants). When he does have something weighing on him...well, that’s usually when people die.

Of late, however, Lobo’s been troubled by problems what aren’t easily punch-able nor kill-able. The looming specters of responsibility and a quiet home life rattle their chains at every turn, and what he really needs is a way to just get away from it all.

A simple job in the middle of Bumfuck Nowhere seemed like a good idea at the time. The pay was good, the terms were simple, and the clients even offered him beer.

Turns out, playing bodyguard to a bunch of rich human teens isn’t half as fun as it sounds. And the beer fraggin’ sucks.

It’s boring. He wants to drop the contract. Yet here Lobo sits, watching dutifully over Aiden, Caden, Jayden, Hilda, Hattie, and Holly as they adventure on someone’s dad’s houseboat. They’re all honors students. Young leaders. Out to change the world. Two of them are making out on a waterbed upstairs and he’s desperately trying to pretend he doesn’t hear it.

Ruby has just finished visiting her spawn at the crematorium. It was dark and desolate. Exactly what her spawn needed in order to thrive. She’d been teaching them how to feed, a vital task. Ruby was mortal, and her spawn were much more powerful than she. But they were still her babies.

She tightened her grip on the pistol she’d brought with her. Her spawn were fiercely protective of her, but Ruby was willing to put her life on the line for them. And she’d have to, if someone came to harm them. Their father wasn’t there yet to help. 

She eyed the stranger, that awful mask adorning his face making her stomach churn. She feared her voice would quake when she called out. But it rang out with a confidence that she didn’t feel.

“Really, I mean it” --

That curious tilt of his head forces her to elaborate, such is her admiration of his attire. Little does she realise it’s probably her own appearance that has him so seemingly dumbfounded as she gazes up at him through the vivid green eyes of a living, breathing, talking doll.

-- “That’s the most inspiring mask I’ve ever seen, I bet you could get away with murder wearing that thing!”

“      do you buy all your murder weapons at HOME DEPOT ? god, you're BUTCH !  ”

his height && menacing aura made her blood run ice cold, her feet feeling albeit glued to the ground despite every instinct telling kelly to run. the necronomicon lay on the cold forest ground coated with dirt && long dried blood, his perhaps... reluctance to lop her head from her shoulders was due to the flesh-bound book. 

          ‘ ... you want this ? ’

red        lips    ,               foul   mouth  .             straightened       spine        &          sharp      teeth    ,              obsidian       eyes       stare      back       as       a       ripple      of        the      void     .         she        snarls   ,        jagged       nails       buried      into       paper     skin    .                 ❛            what        are        you      staring        at         you               slobbering    dog  .            ❜