#locilus

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He was pissed. Well, no, not pissed per say, rather.. rabid. He couldn’t see or hear any of what Dio was doing outside of his mind. Everything was blank and dark. He hated living like this. Well, technically, he wasn’t living. He was just as dead as the flesh on Dio’s body. His body.

“I want it back. Give it back to me, Dio.”

((I need to update my playlist.... Jegus. Okay so for you Mr. Dio, my playlist dropped “Blank Space” by Taylor Swift. How the ffff....? Setting the scene. Since this is TOTALLY off base. A gala of some kind. Suits, champagne, the works. Help me out here and just, roll with it? ♥♥))

((For the ❀ Floral Expressions ❀ meme))

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    The sheer power of this guy’s aura was enough to make Suzi’s knees buckle just slightly and her feet wriggle underneath her. As if the ground weren’t cool stone, her flat shoes shifted almost constantly as if unstable, and her delicate fingers wrung out the hem of her colorful apron.  She was pretty sure there was a reason for her being here, but she couldn’t really recall. All she really remembered was a note? No. A letter she’d touched that made her feel cold ; dark ; uneasy. 

               Then nothing. 

     Whatever power was keeping her glued there or whatever power got her there in the first place was  beyond her reasoning.  

     The looming sensation of uneasiness was just that -- a feeling. Even though her hair stood on the back of her neck, she couldn’t scream or run. It didn’t feel right to do so.