#dctorsleep

She looks dead. Is she dead? Adam had asked, intrigued by the bizarre business of death and dying. What it would feel like? He’d imagine it would tickle; perhaps like freshly mown grass under bare feet. He made a mental note of asking Uncle C next time he saw him, though somehow he wouldn’t be surprised if Uncle C didn’t know. Dying was, after all, not exactly his specialty. Falling, more like. And that, he only did once – once had been enough. 

Perhaps this Mr. Torrance right here would know. 

It’s alright, really. She’s having a rest. 

Adam looked unconvinced. What comes next – after resting, after dying? Going up or going down, of course, but how, he wondered. Mrs. Marlowe sighed a soft last breath, then relaxed all the way. The cat curled up by her feet shifted on his paws and untucked his tail, which twitched ever so lightly. It was a beautiful cat, all cloud-like white and grey and with beautiful sky-blue eyes. Mrs. Marlowe, now a ghost like a film noir protagonist all black-and-white and blurred at the edges, sat up and followed Adam’s gaze, and smiled at the cat. 

“That’s a good cat, that,” she said, beaming. Adam shrugged; then pouted. 

@dulities

we’ve yet to interact but your aesthetics are beautiful and your hc’s seem very well thought out and put together and also you seem very chill n cool!!! 

@hiddengills

listen,, your oc and the lore behind him is so intricate and wonderful? The care and the attention to detail is palpable and admirable and like,, I love that and him? goals tbh.

@dctorsleep

     "     𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 .     "     he’s said it once , and rest assuredly he will continue to make the declaration until the day he withers and rots .     “     you make them mad and they don’t hesitate to go right for the knees . hell yea i got a big head . don’t talk about it .     “   

           “ SOUNDS LIKE     one helluva haunted house ,   dude .  ”

she  is  of  many  names,   ancient  and  new.   she  looks  upon  young  gods  without  pity.   no  mercy.  she  sees  weakness  in  their  loins  and  the  instinct  is  not  to  help  ----  but  destroy.   when  he  stumbles  upon  her  in  his  dreams  she  feels  nothing  but  growing  curiosity.   spirits  kindle  in  a  low  flame.   she  wonders  if  the  embers  will  take  hold  and  burn  the  whole  thing  to  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 .     

 ❛ 𝘩𝑜𝑤  𝑑𝑜  𝑦𝑜𝑢  𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑘  𝑤𝑒’𝑣𝑒  𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑑  𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠  𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 ? ❜    she  moves  in  a  series  of  snaps.  joints  crooked  ----  macabre  in  any  sense  of  normality.   she  sighs,   head  swimming  to  one  side.   a  voice  once  flat,  sweetens  nearly  to  that  of  a  child's.    ❛  we’ve  acclimated  just  fine,    𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲.      𝒄𝒂𝒏  𝒚𝒐𝒖  𝒔𝒂𝒚  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆  𝒇𝒐𝒓  𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇  ? ❜