a painted metal door opened. worn stickers and rust turning out towards a damp alleyway. dissonant music followed a strange pair ; a man, set apart from the avant - garde enclave in which he determined to lurk by his drab attire leading a stranger, with an odd bearing, by the elbow. โ ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ? ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ? โ a vapor followed her voice. the street grew cold after the sun had set, falling deeper into the turning of a season. โ yes. thatโs how it begins. โ he affirmed thinly before stopping beside a long wooden crate, conveniently turned over to serve as a bench โ โ here. โ he bid under his breath, eyes straying after a couple that passed them in the dark. though they staggered and chuckled drunkenly down the opposite end of the road, suspicion wrung the manโs pupils into fine holes. ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ.
a thought that bleeds like a cool black poison over the fleshy folds pressing against the cranium, pooling around the occipital, before departing in an agonizingly slow drip down the spine and into the blood. ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ช๐ต. starting with the anticipation that comes of spooning white powder onto the fingertip and dragging it down the crease of the tongue โ or when the pin - point of a needle presses against a shivering vein. the poison is fear. ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ณ. he looked down at his subject and buried his hands deep in his coat pockets to hide them from the cold. it looked as though the feeling might soon pass from the mind to the body. he hoped she wouldnโt scream โ she didnโt seem the type. โ the striatum is tantalized by the thought of what places a substance or poor decision might take one โ โ he began to explain as though he were standing before a class and not on a swampy side - street, โ this is why many associate a thrill with risk - taking behavior. โ the cornerโs of his lips curled, โ โฆ I didnโt catch your name. โ / @strangercrime.
