F*CKED BY FATE!!

marcel painted the stranger a grin, accompanied by a few of course, of course kind of nods — how did it go again ?    if you can fake honesty, you can fake anything.    and that, he did.    gaze rolling down the crossbow, being openly suspicious was out of question, but he didn’t exactly believe the man’s story about him being a collector.    sure, it was possible, but being the creature that marcel was, knowing the stories of hunters that he did, he found it a little hard to buy into it.    ❛ that’s a dangerous thing you’re collecting, ❜    a soft hand gesture towards the weapon,    ❛ may i ? ❜

Was it worth it to play innocent? Ethan looked the aggravated young man over curiously. Eh, probably not. Fellow clearly had some idea what he was dealing with—and a look on his pretty face like he’d been hoping for an afternoon of cotton candy, not chaos. Which was fair, on some level, Ethan had to admit, but also… a carnival. It was a classic. He’d likely have been unable to help himself even if he wasn’t getting paid for it. 

“Oh, come now, it’s not like it’s permanent!” Another shrieking cackling noise from the funhouse and—ooh, that one wound up with his eyes on top of his head! “Just a bit of fun, really—and they’ll all feel so much better about themselves when they’re back to normal, I’m technically doing them a favor!” Alright, that was a reach. Ethan tried to check his watch discreetly. He could totally stall for another hour and a half without having a repeat of the chocolates incident—the man was likely packing some sort of superpowers, he felt supernatural, but the statistical probability of handcuffs? Fairly low. Half the battle won, there…

HE HAD TO AVERT HIS GAZE FOR THE TIME BEING. he watched the man who’s eyes had been relocated to the top of his head stumble from the exist and immediately bump into a pole and walk off. it was like watching a car crash, this whole thing. a disgusting, deformed car wreck. “yup, you’re A SAINT. truly changing lives here. should call you mother theresa. . . . “ his words are spat with an obvious disdain for the other’s actions. 

    LIFE, like so much else, gives off a certain smell. Not unlike summer rain, or fresh bread, or cut grass. It is the smell of something good to come  ( respite from the JULY heatwave, a good meal, or something as SIMPLE as a tidier garden )   and soon to arrive. Life doesn’t just come in the form of people and their comings-and-goings, Caritas thought to herself. Life is in everything that God created, in this wonderful kingdom—   SHE STOPPED abruptly, having wandered into the man’s greenhouse without realising  ;  “SORRY. Really, sorry. I was just admiring your—”   She looked around, suddenly understanding. This truly was a place of LIFE.  “flowers.”

THE SECOND SHE OPENED HER MOUTH, nimble fingertips were making a mad scramble to find the phone in his pocket. a look of relief came to rest on his features as he managed to turn down the volume on his music in time to actually hear the gentle woman speaking. “no please, it’s not a problem, really.” he quickly pushed himself up from the ground, discarded his pink gardening gloves onto a nearby table and dusted the dirt from his slacks. “sometimes i just get a little wrapped up in my own little world back here y’know?” he steps forward, offering a surprisingly clean hand in greeting, “I’m Wallace, did y’come here looking for something in particular?” 

❛ Nice sweater. Think my mum had th’same one, ❜ he’s got a cheeky grin on chapped lips, stepping out to greet Wallace has if they were old friends. ❛ Fancy seein’ you here, ❜ Except, not really, because Orion knew exactly what had happened, and why the hunter was there. ❛ Gettin’ the job done, Wally? ❜

@wrngchoice

“Ayep, yes I am,” JJ replies with far too much ease at being asked if she’s a monster, even if it’s just a joke and she holds her torch under her chin, casting an eerie light over her face. “I’m the queer agenda, the most terrifying of monsters.” She won’t mention how long she’s been dying to use that joke. With a narrow eyed, almost catlike smile she lowers the torch and waves. “Nah, hi. I’m just snooping around, heard about the monster, kinda sounded like a ghost so I thought I’d do my thing.” She wriggles her fingers at her temple, eyebrows raising and eyes widening a little. “Groovy psychic stuff.”

> muse: strong

> drafts: out