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“Omelette Du Fromage.”
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could you just say it?
“Omelette Du Fromage.”

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" ... how does it feel , being caged like an animal ? "
━━ 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 .
❝ i’m the number one motherfucker for all kinds of filthy fuckin’ 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐘. ❞
It had been his decision to discreetly alert the officers at the scene, the same ones who were occupied investigating the sight that rested within the yellow-taped barriers. He SHOULDN’T wandered, but the urgent need for space had been nagging him that he couldn’t ignore it. With a simple press of his radio, an alert was sent and maybe he hadn’t been as subtle as he thought. The shot rang in his ears, rendering him partly DEAF. A high-pitched whine irritated his mind and then, the pain struck. An agonizing flare jolted through his nervous system from the area just above his right clavicle. A soft cry was torn from him and he instantly covered the wound as the sound of approaching footfalls were audible. The man was gone without a trace, but there were still ways he could be found.
“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.”
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@refincd // x
❝ because you never talk to me. you do things behind my back and then get upset when i don't want to go along with your little plan. ❞

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🚿 for lucifer !
Send me “🚿” to hop in the shower with my muse.
Water ran down the devil’s body, beading and hissing along his preternaturally hot flesh. He picked up the glass sitting on the shelf by the shampoo and took a deep sip of the amber liquid within, humming as it slid down his throat. Putting it back on the shelf, he lathered himself up and glanced over as a shapely shadow moved in front of the frosted glass door. “Someone’s up early, I really thought I’d worn you out quite thoroughly last night...” he mumbled. “Must be loosing me touch.”
“ 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 ? ’