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« P--please... Let me go...! » he whispers, a tense, desperate whisper that wants so much to come out as a scream. He barely has control of his body, trembling and rigid on the chair, as he keeps looking around, his eyes wide with fear, looking at everything and nothing at the same time. « The-they're st-staring! Please, I-I want them to s-stop staring...!! »

"Already? They're looking down at you already?"

Micolash' voice is the opposite, yet the same. Calm, low, barely a whisper - you oughta keep it low during those night, 'lest you awaken one of the many students, guards or Hunters the Vicar left to check on you. Last thing he needs right now is for their Sedatives to stop taking effect!

He smiles - or, at least, grimaces, showing the closest thing to a smile he could muster -, his head tilted on the side as he leans closer to the man on the chair. Some poor schmuck who got too blinded by the Blood, too close to his kidnappers, and yet too far from the truth -- someone who has people staring back.

Micolash saw an Amygdala or two lurking around the lecture hall or the Unseen Village, so that wouldn't be a surprise... and yet...

"And without the cage, no less! Your eyes are begging to be opened, yes, yes!"

A hand darts forward, sudden and quick, and grips on the other's face, forcing him to look around, moving him slowly yet forcefully.

[ Over the shoulder // Still Accepting! ]

@ghostories asked:

HI ISII :3c from @diicha , if you feel like it! / Like a Bag (he's underweight and really easy to pick up sjfkh)

Send “Like a Bag” for my muse to suddenly pick up yours

Schatten definitely would never call herself a hero. But that didn't meant that she wouldn't help someone! ... At least if she thinks they needed help, and she could provide this help. Like right now. She had found this man in an alley, that the vigilante had just been passing through. And she was... pretty sure he wasn't really... there. He was awake but... not really in the right mind... Actually, Lilli was wondering if he was on some kind of drug. Which one, no idea. There were way to many, and she isn't exactly an expert.

And she can't let this man just stay here. Not like this. So. Why not bringing him at least to a hospital? Or, if she can get it out of him, while on her way to a medical facility, his home. So the woman simply tries picking him up... and hesitated when she noticed how light he is. For a grown man he was way to light. Still, she continued, and now puts Gillspie over her shoulder. Much easier to carry him around like this! It's still concerning that she can pick him up though... Without even using her powers!

" Seriously Mister! Zhat's totally not a place to spend zhe night, don't you zhink? "

She wonders if he could even hear or understand that she is saying.

diicha / 96. one muse holds a weapon to the other as a threat ( most likely held with the most trembling hands ever. not really knowing what he's even doing. your choice for the verse. <3 )

This is something he saw again, yet it's so different. Lance is surprisingly calm as he lifts his hands both gun and axe put away to show he means no harm.

When other Blood-drunk Hunters point a weapon at him, they usually just shoot. That threat, as scary as it could seem to anyone who couldn't Dream like him, is a sign that there's still some sense in the other's head.

Hopefully. The Gods know what he saw in that goddman side of town - one that he first saw only after getting kidnapped, and that now bathes under the light of a red moon he's half sure only he could see.