#touchdecayed

Megan didn't go to strip clubs. It... was not her scene, to say the least. But in this case, she had a very important reason to be here. The spirits were whispering about one with the touch of decay. A harbinger of death.

Someone she could use.

The original client for this private room was unconscious in the corner, bleeding heavily from the forehead. The lady sat back in the couch, sipping a glass of red wine.

@touchdecayed

His obsession had become his downfall.

It was a dirty room in the back of some club that catered to things that were not human.  He had a vampire on each wrist, and one at his neck as something warm and wet dripped down his throat.

Red hair seemed to become even more vibrant as his skin grew pale.

It was a woman who sat on his lap.

He didn’t like them...not the way she wanted him too.

He was woozy...he wanted them to stop, but they wouldn’t. and he couldn’t force words from his lips.

The world was getting dark.

Salem ran up to the front door and knocked repeatedly as he waited for an answer—it was pouring rain, thunder echoed through the sky and the halfling couldn’t catch his breath. “Please…please answer, someone!” He yelled as he knocked again and again.

The small male had been getting chased down by a group of men, he left the bar alone and ended up getting followed. As the thunder crashed in the sky it caused Salem to yelp and choke out a small sob.

He looked over his shoulder and could see two of the men in the distance, his heart was frantic and he only wished that his brothers were there to save him but they were out doing business in another city for the day.

@touchdecayed send: sender  is  found  collapsed  by  receiver . Sent via touchdecayed and from The Oracle (because he's mute and it fits perfectly)

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .  

Kiran had only stepped out of the bar she was at for a second to have a cigarette when she spotted something. She was lighting up when her eyes were drawn to someone collapsed in the distance. It was near the alleyway and it was pretty quiet so she wasn't surprised no one had seen. Well, she couldn't leave him there so while she smoked, she turned her heels and approached rather quickly.

Once there, she kneels down on the ground and softly, taped against his chest. Her voice was soft but loud enough to get his attention.

"Uhhhh..." He paused, Cheerios box in hand, still in his Mario pajama bottoms and oversized t-shirt. Wow. The text did not mention the guy was a beanstalk with a goth vibe.

"Morning. Uh. Hi. Uh. I'm Ickarus, but just call me Ick. You're... Loyd, I'm assuming, or you're a crazy person who's broken into my house."

Oh... oh wow. Kevin was really speechless. He didn't expect anything from Loyd, save for cheeky references to lapdances and stripping. But this... this was nice.

"... Wow... this is... this is really nice. I'll have to put a picture of us in here." He tapped the locket before he started trying to put it on. "Ahcrap- you mind helping me put this thing on? I don't wear that many necklaces..."

The tie absolutely made him roll his eyes. Very funny. That was likely going to get shoved into the back of the dresser.

The weed cookies weren't objected to though. He usually preferred smoking to edibles, but well, it was kind of nice. "Thanks, kid. I'll enjoy one of these later." He didn't acknowledge the 'dad' slip, once again, it was just better to let it sit there. Even if it did kind of make his heart feel a bit warm.