#fablestown

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. / still accepting!

brows immediately raise, with basil pausing in his attempts to lightly dab away the blood from the cut on her face in order to stare at her. ❝ you? ❞ he could hardly believe what he was hearing. the cigarette in his mouth hangs loosely, nearly falling from his lips before it is snatched away by red and placed between her own. he has her sitting atop the island in his kitchen, granting her a good few extra inches so that he could look her over carefully.

the doorbell chimes, causing for the soggy strip of newspaper in his hands to rip in half as he damn near jumps out of his own skin. eyes are quick to lower in his attempt to avoid glimpsing the clay like monster waiting for him in the reflection of the mirror he's been trying to cover up, hence the newspaper, and he abandons the strip on the sink to come back to later.

who's at the door? one voice whispers. don't answer it, the other voice answers in a stern voice, you'll be dead if you answer it.

a quick shake of his head silences the voices, if just for a second, just enough for him to get his bearings that he somehow managed to stumble out of the bathroom and to his front door. it was eve, probably, he attempts to reassure himself, forcing himself to ignore the tremble in his hand as he grips the handle.