#refincd

       ━━  the  man  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐒,  his  teeth  glowing  wolfishly  in  his  shadowy  corner . 

    ❝  in  all  honesty  darlin’ ,  it  kinda’  turns  me  the  𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊  on .  ❞  he  swipes  his  tongue  out  over  his  bottom  lip ,  the  𝐋𝐈𝐄  falling  easy  from  his  lips . 

“No no,” he waved his hand weakly, as he glanced at the officers who had arrived. “I’m fine.” He covered the blood that trickled from his shoulder in a manner that they are unable to notice. “It missed me. Go.” He managed before they vanished, chasing after the criminal like a hound on a fox’s tail. 

“You are an interesting man, Mr. Graham,” the voice had been laced with a German accent that sounded extremely foreign to his ears. “I’d take you with me if I could, but you’d be resistant. Too resistant.” The sneer was one of pure distaste, yet there was a sense of curiosity that lingered within those cold dark brown eyes. 

The memory swayed across his attention as he stumbled along, following a direction in which he seemingly memorized simply by repetitive traveling. He knew exactly where he was and darkness threatened to swallow his vision whole and render him unconscious. No, he must not be defeated, not yet. Graham’s ragged breathing and slightly hunched form would indicate that something was amiss, but the streets were vacant. His heart was a measured hammer in his chest and he was merely focused on one goal. His feet carried him without a second thought, with his mind simply on autopilot. The world swayed and he stumbled to catch himself on the side of a brick structure. He was fading.

Pushing himself forward, he staggered and managed to it up the stairs before giving a soft knock on the door. “Ash,” he groaned. “Please, open the door.” The phantom scent of his old prison cell tickled his nose and his surroundings seemed to shift to match that of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. The interior of the bland walls were familiar and for a moment, he believed that he still there; that he had never been released in the first place. “Ash.” He croaked again, resting against the railing. The atmosphere was freezing, yet he didn’t seem to register it. His breath was a puff of smoke as his breath touched the exterior temperature of the world. “Open up.”

Send me “🚿” to hop in the shower with my muse. 

    “ people are talking about us. ”  / @refincd​

                       IT’S  SO  HARD  TO  BE  HUMBLE,  there’s  a     sense     of  entitlement,  of  pure  satisfaction  as  lips  threaten  to  upturn,  and  a    SMILE    is  not  far.  Shoulders  rise  with  a  small  shrug  as  he  clears  throat,  and  allows  tall  frame  to  sink  EVER  SO  SLIGHTLY  into  chair.  This  temporary  feeling  of  satisfaction  will  soon  SUBSIDE,  and  recede  yet  ?  For  now  it’s  enough,  it  gives  him  a  sort  of  EUPHORIC  feeling.  No,  he’s  never  had  a  need  for  drugs,  or  drink  but  POWER  ?  Now,  that’s  a  powerful  beast.  Jackson  allows  himself  to  sit  for  a  few  smug  moments,  moments  that  he’ll  need  in  order  to  go  on.  This  ins’t  the  life  he  thought  he’d  lead,  there  are  things  that  he’s  done,  and  acts  that  he’ll  never  atone  for.  

                   ‘  𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕’𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕, 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒊𝒕 ? ’  Smile  blossoms  upon  handsome  visage,  and  cheeks  round  with  delight  as  hues  turn  a  bright  blue,  and  one  can  see  that  he’s  quite  happy  with  his  current  situation. ‘  𝒀’𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 . . .  ’  Jackson  then  adjusting  himself  in  chair  as  he  leans  forward,  and  his  tone  drops  ever   so,  ‘  𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑫 ?  ’  Brows  furrow  slightly  as  digits  scratch  lower  beard,  and  he  gives  her  a  puzzled  look.  ‘  𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 ?  ’