#marchingtowardsdeath

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Kitty giggled, bolting down the hallway on all fours, tail flicking in the air as he zipped past the guards- Keira’s wallet in his mouth. Why? He didn’t know. He didn’t have any need for the money inside- he just wanted to play.

The Queen had been on edge ever since she'd woken up and found her companion was missing, causing everyone who served Hell to be more than weary of her as she went about her business that day.

She wasn't sure if he'd wandered off or suddenly been frightened but the longer she went without seeing him the more anxious she became.

Finally her restlessness got to the point where she couldn't take it anymore and went out looking for him. She finally found him in the Palace's apple tree garden and all though he was sitting with his back turned to her she'd know that set of ears and that tail anywhere.

Then a thought occurred to her. What if he'd run away? What if he didn't want to stay with her anymore?

She'd tried not to let Josh's betrayal get to her. She really had. But lately every time she closed her eyes all she could think of was the way he'd spat all she'd done for him back in her face.

Countless times she'd saved him. Saved him from random women he'd fucked drunk. Saved him from feeling so worthless he'd ended himself. Saved him from a jail sentence by taking in his children when he threw them out.

"Well fuck that. I'm done being nice." she growled, grabbing the keys to her hearse.

A few hours later she called the twins downstairs into the dungeons of the house, smiling serenely for the first time in months.

"I have the best surprise ever for you guys." she said happily, taking each twin by the hand and leading them downstairs.

"I know things have been tense around here but I really think all we need to do is get closer as a family."

The the torches flickered to life revealing a perfectly bound Josh Claimson on a stainless steel table with bronze handcuffs. He was gagged for the time being as well as unconscious.

"This is the perfect opportunity to see what's gotten into the stupid mother fucker." she hummed, letting go of the twins to hand them each a bronze scalpel. Each blade was an inch and a half long and slightly serrated. Clearly meant for torture as opposed to killing.

Andy smiled slightly, though frowned when the puppy crawled up onto her chest, curling up against her neck, watching him closely.

He gave the young pup a challenging look, before he crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around her, his hand resting on the small baby bump. Grunting with he felt the puppy gnawing on his nose. “I think I have to fight him for your attention now.” He smirked. Letting the puppy pounce on his face and run around on top of him, growling and pawing at his face playfully.

“It seems like it.” she laughed, watching the pup “attack” her boyfriend.