#jestlam

salvatore   was   guided   in   by   a   pair   of   LACKEYS ;     their   suits   ill - fitting   and   stretched .     EXPENSIVE ,     but   inappropriate .     salvatore   came   into   the   old   MEAT   LOCKER ,     that   ran   down   the   warehouse   end   to   end ,     with   sets   of   white   and   pink   carcasses   suspended   on   either   side .     in   the   middle   was   a   round   table ,     where   THE   BOSS   would   take   his   seat .     he   spied   falcone’s   men   entering   from   the   building’s   other   end ,     and   smiled   a   PRISTINE   LIE .          ❛     CARMINE ,     ❜     he   crooned ,     ❛     it’s   good   to   see   you .     shame   it   had   to   be   under   these   circumstances .     but   i   think   people   dressed   as   PENGUINS   on   our   doorstep   would   warrant   at   least   a   conversation .     ❜

𝙊𝙃,      𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙍𝙊𝙍!          ghouls come out to play at times like these,        they always used to say this was no time to play:          jennifer has long dark hair,        jennifer’s prettier than all,          demons would latch onto her like a moth to a flame,          however jennifer never listens.          𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚎,        watch her every move and notice how she blends in so well:        it could be the many powers she has earned,        or just the powers she possesses.

* 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴 : OPEN

                     ❝  Do I dare ask?   ❞     It is more of a question to himself than to the clown standing on the opposite side of the glass . Victor had a tendency for the theatrics but THE JOKER was on a whole different level . He had been pinching the bridge of his nose , trying to ignore the alarm which echoed through the halls of the Asylum in warning . But it was quite difficult to ignore the atrocity staring at him , very much like a child would stare at the dying polar bears left to rot in the depths of some zoo’s still watered ponds . Victor thought of himself as weak then , because he couldn’t resist glancing at the clown . Pale blue eyes found him and , by god , he was horrific . The flashing red lights , which were supposed to indicate the nearest emergency exit , had turned the runaway patient into nothing short of a devil . One moment there , the next gone . In those short intervals of darkness , Joker ceased to exist . But his face had remained imprinted in Victor’s mind , always    ━━    A SMILE HE COULD NEVER FORGET .

                           He would have claimed to be scared of the madman were his nerves not stilled by a thick layer of ice . There was very little of the soft man he used to be . Even without his suit , Victor had become more machine than man , still able to copy human sentiment but incapable of truly committing to the part . The Joker BOTHERED HIM ; little more could be said .  Still he preferred to remain seated , far from the glass and from the clown that taunted him for speaking to himself . This was the closest thing to normalcy he could find in that place . Having pretend conversations with Nora in the limited privacy of his frigid cell . 

droplets            of            rosewater            are            these            lips                    /                    the          gossamer            strands            suffused            with            melilot  .             ❛           -----     ----     --          you          smell          like                    -----          ----          --                    how          should          i         say                    -----          ----          --                    DEATH  .           ❜