#neigev

            `   i don’t like ghosts. don’t like ghost shows. halloween itself is creepy.  `

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8: Your muse walks in on mine killing someone

          Lebedeva was BORED, and anyone who knew the nature of vilas would know that boredom didn’t go well with them. Especially when the object of such feeling was a man. In those times, VILAS turned praying mantis. Just for the fun of it. The man in her bed was at the bad place in the bad moment. 

            Slowly she walked to the crumpled silk sheets where an asleep body laid, and she leaned over him, OBSERVING as he breathed and moved under the covers. With careful fingers she slowly pulled back the blankets, uncovering his throat and chest. She pressed her knees against the mattress, which sagged under her weight, and very slowly, she wrapped her hands around his THROAT. 

            He didn’t wake up. His legs slightly shook as Lebedeva deprived him from all his air, but then he laid still, without even having OPENED his eyes to face his opponent. He must have thought he was dreaming. Removing the pressure from his neck, she grinned, before she passed her hand over his head, his chest, his abdomen. Underneath her fingers, he was turning into ASHES. 

   “‘s…. n-not what i-i-i,” a pause sinks in, throat swallowing air that’s acting as an unnecessary reiterator for his syllables, his words, or what he’s been lead to believe, “mmmeant.”