#fatedreamt

          “Not    even    the    power    of    God    can    stop    me.”            They’re    just     on    a    random    table,    standing.    Don’t     mind    them.

                     SOMETHING ABOUT THIS KID FELT OTHER WORDLY, as if they didn’t belong in this reality... it was unsettling, worrying, and kris wanted nothing to do with whoever the hell this was. but their  s o u l  forced them to interact, forced them to step forwards, and speak despite their disdain and fear. it hurts it hurts it hurts they don’t wanna be here please let them leave please please please --

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BANG!

The shot of a bullet, right near his head, and completely out of nowhere that he could sense. To Bayonetta, it was hilarious; to Rhys, probably not so much.

“Well aren’t you just a little too nosy for your own good.” Voice reverberated as it went from Purgatorio to the human world, with Bayonetta strutting circles around the other. “You know what they say about curiosity...”

               OH ,    HOW    THE    MIGHTY    HAVE    FALLEN    !    you’re    at    the    end    of    your    wits ,    a    cigarette    clamped    between    your    shaky    fingers .    veronica    has    left    you ,    you    HORRIBLE ,    DISGUSTING    MONSTER ,    so    what    are    you    supposed    to    do    ?    you    take    a    long    drag    of    the    cigarette ,    eyes    shutting    as    you    try    to    calm    down .    you    could    never    deal    with    heartbreak    very    well ,    and    this    ?    this    was    worse    than    death    itself .    you    don’t    even    register    that    someone    is    approaching    you ,    and    by    the    time    you    do ,    the    cigarette    is    dangerously    close    to    your    finger    tips .    your    eyes    remain    SHUT ,    you    don’t    turn    to    the    other ,    you    just    want    to    be    alone .

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Slumps down next to his sister and rests his head on her shoulder. There’s a constant faint whistling coming from his breathing--something he had long gotten used to--as he let out a hard breath through his nose.

I have decided exercise is not for me. Death take me now.

                                     * MATTHEWS / BROWN

                                  * MURDERER / MURDERED

@fatedreamt

hi toki i love u n i love ur characters