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@prcudmcm said: 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱’𝔰…𝔞 𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡.
˜”*°•. Christmas lights: flashing blue, flashing green, flashing yellow, red and white. Always changing but always beaming. Always on but always off: the pattern quick, rapid, vivid. Gaze dissolving into the light -- mind attacked by the different colors --. Voice distant, an almost echo: fighting against his daydream, his overthreatening unconsciousness. His dazzling sight. Blinking, he bounced, stepped back. Grace’s presence alarming him, getting his guards back on -- only for her voice to finally give birth to a relief, a reassurance // a reminder he was not standing across from an enemy --.
Gaze searched for the blood on his clothes -- every inch of fabric dressed in a reddish costume --. Dried. Staining. ❝ It really isn’t. ❞ Words of indifference escaping his lips -- mannerism as casual as if he were looking for shoes. Blood was nothing, after all: scarlet liquid once flowing thick in one’s veins now betraying the outcome of a battle, of a war. Victory and defeat, crown and downfall. Nothing important, nothing serious, nothing worrisome. And yet, there he was: incapable of convincing himself -- for his mind was still processing that evening, that incident, that slaughter // for whatever scattered pieces of serenity had once settled on his mind, had now ebbed away into nothingness --.
❝ I… ❞ One pause. A deep sigh. Then a smile -- the smile of a perfectly genial teenager // the smile of innocence and sweetness --. ❝ Was it cookies that you were baking? They smell amazing. ❞
@whitcviolin said: 𝔥𝔢’𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡
˜”*°•. ❝ This is not right. ❞ The words trailed off slowly, merely a whisper. Gaze travelling around, anywhere but at her. After all this time, after all those battles -- those futile attempts, those fruitless plans --, the timeline had turned upside down. People that should be dead, roaming the grounds alive. And people that should be living, thriving, merely rotting under the ground. And there it came, that panic, nesting inside his head, dressed like anger, like rage. Wearing its best costume and coming out in waves of sheer mania. ❝ Damn it! ❞ A loud thud -- hand meeting with the wall // pain soothing, same as the numbness --.
Focus. You have to focus. Or they all die.
Mouth opened to utter something -- anything --, yet no sound made it out. All words locked upon the tip of his lips, fighting back, resisting the temptation of a freedom. Eyes shut briefly, another attempt at gathering the pieces of scattered courage. ❝ We should leave. For all we know, we could be next. ❞ Eyes once again settling upon the dead body -- the body of their brother // or well, the duplicate of their brother --. For residing in this timeline couldn’t have come without consequences: two versions of themselves walking side by side -- not everyone could just live --.
@solvrdust said: 𝔦 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔭𝔢𝔬𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢
˜”*°•. ❝ And how unlucky were they… ❞ Shattered like so much glass, his patience was running thin. For the first time in forever, Lila playing only a small part in the overgrowing frustration. The truth refusing to flash on them, the problems unsolvable, the timeline still a mess, any trace of a clue would’ve been a silver lining in the darkest of storms. ONE clue to show a direction. ONE hint to lower the possibilities. For right now, they were standing in the middle of an ocean, second after second sinking deeper and deeper into the water. Drowning.
❝ Diego told me you wanted to help. HOW exactly is THIS helpful? ❞ Inane stories, useless facts could only establish a failure. Silly tales, pointless narrations could only bring about distractions. And right now, with that constant fear echoing louder and louder inside his head, he knew her voice would merely add to the already uncontrollable homicidal tendencies, make her into the perfect target, get her KILLED . The fear of a potential collateral damage. The fear of getting Ben murdered for the sake of this repair. And how his siblings wouldn’t understand... Maybe in the very end, this was the reason he’d agreed to accept Lila.
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@hargreevesbrothers said: 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚… 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖚𝖕 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊?
˜”*°•. Perhaps he’d overestimated his tolerances once again…
Gathering all his scattered strengths into one action of courage, he attempted to stand up, balance himself despite the overgrowing nausea. The room swayed almost causing him to fall, but his hand met with the wall -- sight unclear --. ❝ I am fine. Go awa- ❞ One pause. An attempt at concentration. Of course, spending the past hour in the bathroom wouldn’t have gone unnoticed, but at this point, he’d hoped that none would’ve looked for him. The perks of residing in a huge house, yet the curse of having dozens of frustratingly curious siblings. Handle turning, door opening. ❝ Last time I checked we had twenty more bathrooms. ❞ Tone abrupt, hostile, yet skin color resembling of a dead’s. Hopefully, Klaus would throw some absolutely nonsensical joke, state some absolutely meaningless story and head the opposite way. Hopefully.
@mstinteresting said: 𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖕𝖚𝖒𝖕𝖐𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖊.
˜”*°•. ❝ Say that again. I am daring you. ❞ A cheshire grin spread over Five’s face, yet his tone remained collected -- the calm before the storm they said // more like the calm before the hurricane --.
@conjuredead said: 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶’𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔠𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶’𝔯𝔢 𝔬𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢.
˜”*°•. His brain stuttered for a moment, thoughts desperately catching up. The words that’d leapt from Klaus’ lips, difficult to process. He couldn’t be seriously minding the color of some lights. Not when Five had done him a favor by AGREEING to help with this. ❝ What kind of lights are they, then? ❞ Eyebrow firmly arched -- hands placing the decoration back onto the table. At this point, he couldn’t even understand the reason they were doing this so early -- if at all --. ❝ Remind me again why are doing this? Last time I checked, it was autumn. And not even LATE autumn. ❞