#musesofhorror

what a ray of sunshine you are, grey face. thank you so much ! only ten ?? i love all of my writing partners and the endless patience they have with my crazy, procrastinating, caffeine addicted-ass. -- but to eleven (my favorite number. screw ten) souls, i raise a glass.

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"Hello, Dr. Lecter. I think Jack Crawford warned you I was coming?" Clarice walked into the office, feeling awkward in her cheap second-hand suit. The place was definitely a lot fancier than your run-of-the-mill psychiatrist practice.

The spirit world around her echoed,

longingly, emptily, isolatingly, 

suspended in a pocket world that would never be seen by the sun again.

No one would miss these souls. No one would ever even remember they existed, should anything ever happen to them.

The man’s soul was already hers. 

She could smell the corruption on it from miles away, and while she absolutely loathed the taste of them all, there was no denying that devouring corrupt souls had an indescribable euphoric feeling that followed.

Whether it was knowing that their crimes had gotten justice, the flow of power they gave, or the satisfaction of killing them, Khrimsa didn’t know and didn’t care.

It got her what she needed. 

That’s what mattered.

She admitted, she hated the memories she had gotten from that man, pathetic excuse of a fleshform he was, but through his soul she had not only gotten a bit more powerful, but she had gotten a face to that one rogue soul here, the one   w o r t h y  soul here.

Misao was that soul’s name, and she’d remember it. Of course she would.

That soul was perfect for her collection. 

Worthy of being taken care of and tended to, worthy of not simply destroying, but keeping safe.

She was about to head for the other wayward souls but...

That strange smell?

     It had, so far, been a simple day. There was nothing especially out of the odds, surprisingly — some days Russell seemed to be returning home at the end of the day with quite the tiresome expression riddled upon his features, which Tabasa chose not to question, since he was sure he was off fighting some other strange monster of the world — without Tabasa’s help.

     Sigh. Sometimes he worried much for the boy. But more than that, he worried of himself — ever since Russell had arrived, many things had changed. The town became livelier, and everyone began to become closer together ...

     ... All for Tabasa to realize how truly lonesome he was without the aid of his animals. No matter, though — the simple lifestyle of caring for said animals would return to him, soon, once Russell seized fighting. Tabasa had been busying himself with writing while he was not needed in the service of his animals or Russell — the sound of his door bursting open certainly started him.

            ❝ Hey Jeremy! I kinda need your help with something asshole. ❞ Fritz called over to his co-worker. Wasn’t often that the two could see each other, but especially with the conditions being right, he had a question to ask of him, and he wasn’t really sure how the other would take it.

Why didn’t he drive to a place near which terrible incidents are known to occur? His car needed something repaired and it wasn’t back home yet is why.

Mike stuck his hands in his pockets as he tiredly strolled away from the pizzeria. He wondered if there was anywhere he could get a student discount or something. He’s not a student at anything, but he’s old enough to look like a young college student, so I mean. Eh. Who knows. Step step step. His feet took him to a grocery store rather than a fast food place, but at least there’s more variation here.

He also hasn’t been paying much attention and accidentally walked straight into someone. Oops.