#goldsghost

“you’re fucking kidding me.”

her world is spinning. he was dead. she’d had confirmation from meowscles that he was dead. jules had mourned. she’d destroyed things. she’d made sure that everyone knew the anger that she had regarding what had happened, but here he was -- pretending that everything was okay. the brunette’s head shook softly. no parent would do this to their child, would they? she wanted to reach out, to hug him and cry the tears of happiness that threatened to spill over the corner of her eyes

" anyone ever told ya that you aint dressed f'this part of town?" believer’s beach held the weirdos. it held the outcasts who embraced the looming threat hanging over the island. sunny watched intently as the man loomed closer. he didn’t seem like he fit with anyone on the island. slone, maybe. did’ya forget, dummy? people like him didn’t just show up. they always came here with a motive, and her hard work in making the alien’s welcomed wasn’t going to get ruined by someone else “y’aint gonna be able to run when the fella’s up there --” her hand lifted, warm and friendly smile following as she gazed up to the ship above them “ decide they wanna take ya!” 

❛[   ☣ THE SPECIMEN ≻ INQUIRES: Bloody Bloody Asks // ACCEPTING                           Notes: 12. my  muse  helping  your  muse  clean  blood  off  of  them.

      The Island was alive- beyond trees, fauna & flora, beyond alien artifacts and pulsating veins of seething energy, it was alive // A THOUGHT COMING TO MIND MORE THAN ONCE. Tech whirred to collect what had fallen, but what consumed particles? (FLICKERING CRIMSON FROM A GUNSHOT ABSENT // GASHES FROM A METALLIC TOOTH BARE). The Agent had tempted vermillion to the surface before-- - all it took was a little digging past what was exposed to open air.

   So seeing ruby sparkling amidst the glints of gold was- hm, shocking? NO, CHAOS WOULDN’T EXACTLY CALL IT THAT. Curious? Odd? - ah, FASCINATING! (AS IF THAT WORD NEEDED TO BE FOUND / ESPECIALLY WHEN UNSPOKEN). To say the masked one had not been paying attention until now was an understatement. Chemical slurry that likely at one point was something else had been where ivory lenses had fixated at first-- - but attention betrayed its focus now.

    The white cloth plucked betwixt contrasted gloves displayed enough of what could be called his ODD INTENT // even more so when it was ran across another’s forearm as free hand held Midas’ elbow. The gazeless did not display whether focus was upon the other or the area specifically (NO TWITCH UP OF MASKED FACADE // BUT THAT TOLD SO LITTLE WHEN GAZE WAS NOT BASED TO OPTICAL ORGANS). Finally, voice filled silence-- - or perhaps he had just not noticed anything else said, but regardless.    “I’m assuming this isn’t yours.”

prompts for emotionally stunted idiots

"you have the right to be angry."

humans, regular ones like midas. they were a mess of emotions that meowscles sometimes didn't understand. they were special creatures. ones that chose to hide everything if they could. it was strange. meowscles had never felt that kind of an emotion before. he couldn't sit there and say that things would be okay, because honestly -- he didn't know. his large paw moved to rest on his owner's lap, taking extra steps to make sure his claws didn't retract like they normally did.

𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗    𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌    𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖘    𝖔𝖋                        running    around,    there    is    nothing    like    having    the    quiet    of    the    night    to    herself.    the                        𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧                        being    exactly    what    it    was    that    she    needed.    tonight    though,    tonight    marigold    was    far    from    alone.    she    spreads    across    golden    sheets,    awaiting    for    the    man    she    was    to    spend    it    with,    running    water    coming    from    the    shower    head    faintly    filling    the    room.    this    is    when    she    gets    up,    walks    around.    she    doesn’t    want    him    thinking    that    she    was    waiting    for    him    with    baited    breath.                        𝐨𝐡    𝐧𝐨.                        the    outside    already    regards    him    very    highly,    &    while    she    does    as    well,    she    is    not    keen    on    showing    it    this    moment.