#ghostlyhcurs

               “Be careful! You must never stand beneath a spider web. That is where the dark fairies are. And they are terribly known for playing nasty tricks on those that do. Believe me. They were cruel to me over a month. It was difficult for me to get rid of them. But the one way I was able to, was by placing a small glass of lemon juice on my window sill. They hate the smell of lemons.”

             @ghostlyhcurs SPOKE   WITH   ERNEST,   EYES   BRIGHT   WITH   A   KNOWING   THAT   he   had   been   searching   for   within   others   for   such   a   long   while.   It   was   refreshing   to   hear   it   from   jump   instead   of   him   coaxing   it   out.   It   made   a   big   smile   spread   across   his   lips,   stretching   his   freckled   cheeks   wide.   Where   had   all   of   them   gone?   The   belief   in   such   things,   the   fun,   and   adventure   of   it   all?   He   found   it   much   better   than   this   dull   world   around   them.   

               A   GENTLE   HUM   VIBRATED   BETWEEN   HIS   LIPS   WHILE   GOLDEN   EYES   looked   up   at   the   spiderweb   he   was   under.   He   clicked   his   tongue,   “   You   sure   they   were   bad?   ”   He   knew   all   sorts   of   fairies   and   pixies   that   loved   to   just   play   jokes,   but   never   anything   harmful,   “   Most   of   the   time   they   want   to   play,   ”   His   tone   was   light,   maybe   a   little   curious   too,   “   They   never   bother   me   like   that.   ”   He   dropped   his   gaze   to   the   girl   in   front   of   him   with   a   shrug.   Of   course   they   wouldn’t   be   with   him.   

She noticed him and frowned. He looked cold. She would set her purse down, opening it up and would pulled out a coat. Yeah, it was a magical purse - like Mary Poppins. She would walk over to him, smiling warmly as she placed the coat over his shoulders. "Here, sweetie."

truthfully, beavis hadn’t even noticed it was cold out considering he’s used to adapting to whatever temperature he’s stuck in. for instance, he’s been waiting out in the rain in only a t-shirt and athletic shorts like it’s nothing. sure, he’s hugging himself and shivering, but he’s not consciously aware of his own discomfort. instead, his mind focuses on other things to distract him from the awful situation. at least until some chick is draping a coat around him. blinking, it suddenly occurs to him how cozy it feels already. it’s certainly a pleasant gesture from a complete stranger, which arouses suspicion in the teenager.

She turned the dark stone in her hands, fingertips smudged and steady over hewn letters; old, she thought. Older than the woman who had put it in her hands.

"Odkiaľ to máš, pekná burina…" she murmured, teeth catching against the corner of broken lips.

Thin sweat dripped into eyes that seemed almost entirely wan smokey grey, her pupils were so small, but keen, anyhow, when she finally tilted her head to read Siobhan's face.

       “Take one more step towards me - and I’ll snap you in half like a stick.”

               THREATS.   HE   WAS   ALWAYS   AMUSED   BY   THOSE   SINCE   HE   heard   them   almost   everyday   by   the   man   with   the   hook   for   a   hand.   The   redhead   couldn’t   help   the   small   laugh   that   spilled   from   his   lips   as   he   took   in   their   threat.   Perhaps   it   was   a   little   too   childish,   but   he   couldn’t   help   it.   It   was   in   his   nature—   in   his   blood   to   act   this   way.   Yet,   he   wasn’t   stupid.   He   would   not   approach   this   stranger   anymore.   However,   that   doesn’t   mean   he   won’t   still   observe   @ghostlyhcurs   to   find   where   he   could   strike   on   short   notice.   

                  FRECKLED   CHEEKS   SPREAD   WIDE   WITH   A   CHILD-LIKE   KNOWING   THAT   THERE   would   be   free   time   to   play.   He   liked   to   play.   Especially   if   it   involved   the   smooth   way   his   blades   sunk   into   flesh,   and   a   warm   spray   was   splattered   crimson   to   accent   his   freckles.   The   thought   alone   caused   a   giggle   to   bubble   from   his   throat.   What   more   could   he   ask   for?

                  HIS   HANDS   WERE   PLAYFULLY   HELD   UP   IN   DEFENSE   WITH   A   wicked   grin.   With   his   head   tilted   he   spoke   softly,   “   That’s   quite   the   introduction.   Normally,   people   don’t   threaten   others   when   they   first   meet,   ”   disappointment   was   clear   in   his   voice,   “   It’s   rude.   ”

♡ . . . ┊ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. / status: accepting!

Renfield can’t help but giggle, pleased with the positive attention. Really, having anyone touch her anywhere was a treat. Even a simple brushing of hands was enough to bring her joy.

UNPROMPTED ASKS. | always accepting

"Tha mi duilich! I -- I mean -- I'm sorry! Are you o -- okay?" - @ghostlyhcurs ( blaise.) 

           The svelte blonde stumbled back but managed to catch herself. Confusion crossed her features; at first, she did not understand him. Annie was a native English speaker, who only knew colloquial Spanish. That was thanks to four years of high school language classes. She was far from multi-lingual. So she was thankful when he began to speak in a tongue she could understand. 

         “I’m fine.” Annie offered the stranger a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t paying full attention either.’ Sheepishly she held up her phone to reveal the map of her navigation app. “Honestly, I’m new to town.” Freedom from her mother and church felt amazing. But there were caveats, as she lacked a lot of life experience. “I’m kind of lost.”