♣ SLAP THE CLOWN.

@drkestsky​ said:  ✋ from dr. crane

HALOGEN LAMPS bringing out every dust particle in the sterile room, SCRAPED WALLS telling more truth than his twisted lips ever could. But in a split second, it all BLURS. And it’s the most intimacy he could be graced with, at least here — the lithe hand connecting with his cheek ( it sends an oddly pleasant SHARP, almost burning sensation across the pallid skin ). Head still tilted to the side the impact of the slap directed it to, the hesitant curve of mouth momentarily blooms into a half-grin laced with morbid SELF-SATISFACTION. Soon playful yet devilish eyes dart right at DR. CRANE.

    the noncommittal sound that Mycroft gives in return is more silence than hum ; a breath of air, swallowed to keep the acrid nausea down. good, evil. god, and the devil.  all relative concepts that humans put their faith in. absolutes. and yet, in this world, was anything absolute ? ( anything, except death ?  even life could be but of the body. )

those are either the words of opioids or ——— worse still ——— of an idealist . neither can be trusted, Mycroft thinks, and his gaze slides from the time-stained walls to the iv-drip to James’s eyes. ( his opinion on the matter rings louder in his skull than the irritating sounds monitoring vitals, but he doesn’t voice them. )

      “ I do hope you will save that explanation for your upcoming physical, and your interview with M. both will be most interested in knowing why the public’s funds are being mismanaged—— ”  a wave of his hand, in the man’s general direction, “ ——in this ludicrous manner. ”

the tip of his umbrella taps against the floor, before being lifted up ( Mycroft nods, and heads for the door. )

drkestsky said: “tell me how to make it better.” -erik

   | From Somewhere In The Meme Depths |

   “Some later than others.” The Count replied, looking the gaunt figure in front of him up and down. The voice was calm and collected, but it carried with it a great weight. It was strange, that aura, almost familiar. Like an old friend.

 Dracula certainly didn’t sense any malevolence from the other. 

( * @drkestsky​︱accepting prompt ! ) :  ❝ The angles cut me when I try to think. ❞ from Cecil! <3

                              𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬. kevin shifts, studying his double with no small amount of interest. legally, cecil shouldn’t know about the angels, their hagiarchy is by nightvale’s standards, forbidden knowledge.   “ they cut you ? ”   head tilts, smile twitching further across face. the host wonders if it could be part of their reeducation, from what he’s heard nightvale is persistent with what they know and what they know they should not know.  kevin finds another parallel in their lives, an intertwine that he is sure neither new existed, though it is a delightful thought. how thoroughly connected doubles are.

@drkestsky​  said:  ‘your best is more than enough.’ -death to tessa

        A  single  corner  of  her  mouth  curls  up,  but  it’s  gone  in  a  flash.  Though  Tessa  was  not  much  younger  than  Death,  she  knew  her  damn  place  and  knew  to  respect  the  superior  entity.  And  she  did  it  willingly.  Receiving  praise  from  him  admittedly  felt  good.  Unnecessary,  but  pleasing  nonetheless.  “ Thank  you,  sir. ”  An  utterance  just  a  bit  above  the  whisper,  her  gaze  skipping  to  the  entity  in  front  of  her.