#evlincarnate

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Non-Verbal Actions ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

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     He just watches at first, eyes half-lidded as he examines the knife being pointed at him. He is not like the other killers, in more ways than socially above them and probably richer than any of them could imagine in both money and in fame--more of the fact he is not as muscular or inhumanly tall compared to a normal human. Yes, the Entity gave him some extra height and strength, but he is not nearly to the same level as the more monstrous Killers or ones, like the one before him, that have a guise of a human but are something else beneath it ( perhaps that is closer to him, considering how monstrous his personality is ).       Still, he feels more insulted than anything else by the weapon tip that is aimed at him. What a dull and rusty knife. . . boring old kitchen utensil that has seen better days and seems to have no care put into keeping it in good condition. 

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Non-Verbal Actions ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

     @evlincarnate​​​​  ✩  💪

     Very rarely is his time spent near others. He revels in the attention on him, however, viewing himself as above the others, Trickster avoids contact on most days. Though, even so, that does not mean it stops him from going to other places and lingering around. Even if his own little slice in this place is small, merely a few buildings flashing with neon signs, it still is not quite right with acoustics.       This evening, after a rather productive hunt, the Trickster saunters through the empty streets of. . . he recalls the name starts with an H, but really do names matter in a place like this? No, to him the only thing that matters is the sound. And this place has decent sound, but within the homes the sound is better. Which means, the singer moves about one of the homes, testing each room with his voice.       He is so absorbed into his own singing that he is caught off guard when the floorboards creak. Turning quickly, golden eyes narrow at the one who snuck up on him--a few Korean curses mumbled under his breath. Well, not surprising it is him, “What do you want?” Something in the back of his head recalls this is the silent killer’s territory, but that is something he cares not for.

𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒   𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄   𝐀𝐒   𝐀   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊   to   the   young   woman,   gaze   previously   focused   in   her   lap   darting   up   to   meet   michael's.   maybe   it   is   the   fact   that   those   are   words   she   has   never   heard   and   has   longed   to   hear   for   so   long,   or   maybe   it   has   more   to   do   with   the   honor   and   admiration   she   feels   hearing   those   words   come   from   him.   she   can't   deny   the   warmth   blossoming   in   her   chest   as   her   expression   softens.

Send “💋” to kiss my muse out of nowhere.

Negan was rambling on as he cleaned Lucille of blood. Yet another one of Rick's men tried to get tough and Negan had to teach a lesson. Michael had been going without the mask around Negan when they were in private so Negan didnt really notice when the mask got pulled off. Michael had been getting most of Negans attention lately and everyone noticed but Negan had a soft spot for the man. "Y' know i think-" Negan's words were cut short when Michael suddenly kissed him. It wasnt often that Negan was rendered speechless but here he was. He stared at Michael a moment, as if trying to figure out what the motive was. "Fuck." He finally said and gently grabbed Michaels hair, pulling him back into a deep kiss. His free hand cupped his cheek and he brushed his thumb along his skin. "You're staying in here tonight."

                              He must have done something in his past to have deserved this, right ? A past misdeed which was being punished by some higher being to once again be thrown into a nightmare that was promised to keep going. No longer was he at the mercy of a killer he could defeat, but ones which would keep coming back on the invitation of some horrible monstrosity who enjoyed turning suffering into a game.

Henry’s hands stayed clasped together and head bowed toward the pavement as he sat on the rusty bench of the run down looking courtyard. Even their living quarters post match seemed to be a reminder that they each would be called for another evening of suffering when the monster that controlled this place selected them.

As he sat lost in thought, a shadow went over him completely erasing the moon from casting its light upon him. Henry angled his head up with a tired expression, a masked man that stood far above even his own height stood just before him. He would have no idea what the man could be thinking with that stoic looking thing covering his face. 

Henry did not know what to say -- Clearly, he rested on the end of the beings meant to hunt his kind down. He did not know if they were allowed to cause damage here, but he did not feel like turning to run lest there was real reason to.

                     "How about a balloon? Would you like that?” 

The clown stretches' out a gloved hand towards the tall masked fellow, before brining up the other other quickly pulling a red balloon from IT’s ruffled sleeve. A little giggle escaping IT, just before the balloon is pressed to red lips and quickly blows up. It is almost magic, so is the not so natural way IT wraps the white string around the dangly bit. Letting the balloon bob happily between them. A wide smile pulling over the clowns painted features, big blue eyes flickering about curiously.

legs thrash about as he swiftly lifts her from the ground , but before she is able to put up much of a fight he has already flung her across the room . back collides into pieces of rotting wood , splintering into her back . loud groan bellows out from the hybrid , but it is quickly replaced with a great wrath . sure , he may be nearly a foot and a half taller than her , and contain brute force but within this tiny package of a vessel contained great power .