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“How many times have we met be𝒇𝓸𝓻e? Are you a 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕪, like Barnabas? Can I pet you? You smell
funny.”
Delirium was hanging upside down from the chandelier, swinging back and forth. Everytime she was in the highest position, the little beings living in her hair made a little squeaky noise.
“Are you a barbarian?”
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@pityweredead -- ;
a SOFT land , a place of reality and dreams converging in a rare pocket realm . awareness could be bereft of those wandering within , shifting LANDSCAPES of cities and forests blurring and sharpening in distortion on the horizon . without a moon , without a SUN , merely stars too bright for a manufactured sky . dream stands here nd waits . waits for life , for death , for the STARS to fall and for a sun to form in their wreckage . for life to wander and be freed lest they be TRAPPED . dream turns with acknowledgment , his rumination interrupted .
‘ are you lost here , beckett ? this must be curious for one who was created to evade my sister . ‘
Beautiful night, isn't it?
Send me “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” to meet my muse in a graveyard.
There was undeniable morbid beauty in a graveyard; poetic even. The moon hung overhead like a dull light bulb and countless stars twinkled, each trying to outshine the other. The moon seemed to light up the tombstones and nearly breathed life into the statue in the center of the large graveyard. It was an angel in mourning, draped over the tomb of a pair of twins.
Vincent was staring up at the statue, sucking on his cigarette as he tried his best to compose some bits of poetry in his head. It had been far too long since the private eye had written and he had a few books that he didn’t see himself touching for a while even if he had been inadvertently “gifted” immortality. At the sound of a voice, he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes glowing softly much like the moon overhead.
“Never seen a prettier one,” he said, then turned around to face the stranger, “Do you make a habit out of approaching strangers all by their lonesome at night?”
Jo’s muses:
Furysinclair: Mass Effect OC, Mercenary and Occasional Detective Theodora Sinclair
Status: Hiatus
Quinnthewolfe: Sole Survivor, Quinn Wolfe
Status: Active
Railroad-Drummer: Drummer Boy
Status: Semi-active
Pityweredead: Beckett (VTM)
Status: Active
He wasn’t particularly happy about having to work under Lacroix, but cover was cover and if he heard anything that’d give him an upper hand, he’d take it. That aside, his distaste for the job was clear on his face. Upon seeing the giant glass doors open before him in his peripherals, he looked up from his monitor to do his best to greet who was slowly approaching his desk
“Can I help ya?”
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