#soulrites

𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲, as if he’d just run a 5k all in one go. eyes wide, panicked, he’s never looked so FRIGHTENED. blood is dried on his clothes, his face. he didn’t know where else to go. thinks he’s safe; he’s been running for a while. HE WASN’T FOLLOWING HIM. but he’s paranoid. rests against the door, knocks loud, starts to slide down as he waits. he hurts. FUCK. he hurts. ❝ m--- marci ? baby, pl--- please.... open up-- ! ❞

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄 ? what the fuck is this ? it’s cold; he’s freezing, his feet are bare as he steps in the THICK SNOW. it wasn’t like this when he first got here. it started to snow as he had arrived. the HELLFIRE in his belly can keep his body warm, usually, but he’s freezing. can’t stop shivering. hates it. HATES IT. fucking mutt. that fucking useless mutt. sent him here, to suffer, to DIE. thinks martin can die though, does he ? nonononono--- ! he cannot ! he will not. he’ll tear the rest of him apart the next time he sees him. he swears on it. he’ll get out of here. he’ll kill dakota jude. he feels it. the shift of reality. THE TRANSPORT. ah---- the creature grins, he sees a figure, his sight blurry still from battle. from the cold.  ❝ i’ll take your SIGHT, boy, come back, 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐔𝐏, ❞

          “ they , uh , took my kippah again. i tried to stop them. I really did , but -- i’m sorry. ”

    ‘you can tell me to fuck off if you want, but how’d you get that scar on your arm? it looks gnarly.”

❝ --- hello, AGAIN, ❞

❝ ------ hello. ❞