#efffimero

i’m an honest catholic man jojo don’t accuse me of things i haven’t done

“Lost, my dear? Hardly. I know exactly where I’m going. Though it certainly seems like I don’t I’m sure.”

Perhaps staying so utterly silent while guiding her company through the woods hadn’t been the best approach. It would seem he thought they were lost. And while technically, if she didn’t have her spirit cloud, they would be, she had a sense of direction, for once in her damnable endless life. Clearly, however, he was not bored as she had assumed, and rather thought they were lost.

“It must seem like we’re going in circles or winding endlessly, but we’re not. Come here.”

Making a ‘over here’ gesture, she doesn’t hesitate to point to several spots where the leaves and grass were crushed and pushed down.

“I’ve been retracing steps. That hanged man I mentioned...? He didn’t hang himself. He was lured out here. Now that it’s getting darker...can you feel it Caesar? Around me, behind me? My cloud has been guiding us on the same path they took.” A pause, rocking back onto heels, a lazy flip of her silvery-white hair.

“My guess is that the man’s killer intentionally led him in circles through the woods to get him lost. A common, lazy, and rather barbaric tactic. Thinks it’ll cover up evidence, confuse police dogs, but the dead know the way. The dead remember.” There’s an icy sort of finality to her little explanation, looking at the little path forged ahead, and then back at her company, her face tinges with something like sympathy.

“I apologize. I’m certain this isn’t what you expected from coming on this walk with me. We’re almost there, though, I believe.”

However, perhaps his concerns weren’t entire without founding.

“After all, it’ll be getting back that’s the hard part.”

A cold floor had been bad enough, being dragged by her precious, prized hair had been bad enough, the stinging bite of cold rain was just salt and ash in the wound, but nothing quite topped the stare, the spite in the human’s gaze as they were tossed at each other.

Human words tear at her ears, barked, bellowed, and the echoing from the sky, through the air, shaking the mother earth beneath her feet. Again, someone is pulling her precious moon-spun locks, stained with blood and dirt, dragging her forward, a pack tossed at her feet.

Iron-stained words, it’s all too much, too fast, and then a swift kick to her back, lancing pain up her spine sends her sprawling. A foot plants on her back, heel digging into her fragile bones, and she wants to scream, oh, merciful stars, how she wants to scream. To beg, please, humans, stop, she didn’t do it, whatever it was!

But her siren’s language would fall on deaf ears. It was cruel. So cruel.

More bark, more of the heels bite, the earth quakes beneath her iced skin. A swift kick to the ribs as her yelping like the dog she’s been made to seem, but the then steps retreat, and she pulls herself up out of the mud, frail arms shuddering.

Once, she had been curious of mankind, and now she hated them. 

Words bellow once more, things she doesn’t understand, the iron cage she was in lifted from the ground, by metal birds...?

Violet eyes upturned, a shadow looms over her. Flinching, she doesn’t even have the strength to back away from this man. All she could recall was a woman screaming, pointing at her, anger in her face, and then she was dragged away, knocked unconscious by a fist.

How...had this happened? What WAS happening? A prisoner? These towering walls of stone, were they meant to serve as punishment...?

a little too deep under the ice: accepting

             56. Have you ever seriously considered killing someone?

Issahbella thoughtfully swirls the vodka in her shotglass, watching the clear alcohol turn into a tiny whirl, warping the reflection of the world inside it. Fist pressed into her cheek, she ponders, before words tumble out.

“Yes. Many times. I’m an endless enigma, not quite of reality, and not quite disconnected from it, somewhere in this indescribable inbetween. If I committed murder, who would be able to catch a woman who can simply...disappear into thin air, sink into a wall like ghost? No one could stop me. Nothing would hold me back.” A pause, a sip of her drink.

“The only thing that keeps me from doing so is the weight of a memory that stills my hand. To do so would be a black mark on the name of someone I loved very much, someone who would expect better of me, even if they are long dead.”

57. Have you ever betrayed someone who trusted you?

A sort of heaviness darkens the woman’s expression, pulling the muscles of her face taut into an intense frown. While she prides herself in her almost-too-blunt honesty, protecting the confidentiality of those she swore to hold the secrets of for eternity if she must, there’s still that feeling that she’s betrayed someone, deep down, under the stone and ice and numbed nerves.

“...I...”

A struggle, it’s visible on her face, teeth gritting going white around the shot glass. Bangs fall forward shadowing her eyes.

“I...have changed over the years. Time warped the base concept of who I am, stole my heart, then my emotions, then my mind. Someone once begged me, that if I cared for them, to stay true to myself.  But have I...? Have I really been  that person? I don’t know anymore.”

58. Have you ever experienced something supernatural or unexplainable?

whatever you say, cockamamie

sorry are you speaking because if so i can’t hear you