jcnahlivcs

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laughter

laughter  :      my    muse    hears    your    muse    laughing    uncontrollably    and    approaches    to    see    if    they    are    okay . 

whistling  wind  ran  rampant  through  the  trees ,  clashing  branches  and  falling  leaves  causing  a  cluster  of  chaos  among  the  sky .  but  within  the  shadowy  scenery  and  the  rot  of  the  world ,  harmony  revealed  true .  

bubbling ,  erratic  laughter  was  heard  clear  through  the  wind ,  the  rumble  of  the  skies .  while  jonah  was  no  s t r a n g e r  to  a  good  time ,  it  seemed  awfully  eerie  to  be  so  cheerful  and  bodacious  during  these  times .  naturally ,  the  man  drew  closer .  

“  miss …  you  alright  ?  “

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rpmemesfam‌:

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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danijennings‌:

she vaguely heard her name being called, but didn’t actually process that someone was actually calling out for her until he got closer. dani looked up, her face filled with confusion until she heard she heard the next words. her heart stopped for an agonizing second as the words slowly began turning over in her head. 

“you…” their voice broke off as they looked at him with more hope than theyd felt in a long time. “you saw bowie?” her voice cracked at the end as she fought not to let herself get caught in the tears that had been plaguing her for far too long today. they pushed themself off the ground, hands shaking as they tried to wipe off any dust that had gathered on their old jeans. “yeah, we gotta go now.” dani didn’t even want to think of what could happen to bowie out there in the woods alone. “you’re kind of my hero right now, jonah.”

nearly out of breath and gasping for air as he came to a stop, arm stretching out behind him as he pointed to the forest. he took a moment to regain himself, a heavy breath flowing as he looked at them once more. the hope in their eyes had a crooked smile curling at his lips. 

“ yeah, ‘lil fucker looked at me and booked it. by the time i got running he was gone. but i know what direction he started in. “ his voice held hope. he knew what that dog meant to them, to anyone who was lucky enough to have man’s best friend still by their side. “ let’s get going then. “ his feet were already starting to move, headed back to the forest. 

“ well, animals are innocent, they don’t deserve the chaos of this place... “

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hermnic‌:

Oh good god, is he actually fucking serious. Had it been just a few days ago, and he’d have been delighted to stumble upon the other. Well, perhaps delighted isn’t quite the right word, but he’s found something in the male’s strange antics that is truly difficult to find nowadays: humour that wasn’t tainted black. Sure, his amusement came mostly from watching the other be and listening to him speak, whether or not he was actually delivering jokes seemed irrelevant at times.

But now? Now it feels like the somewhat stranger’s odd shenanigans are the last thing he needs when facing a problem like this one. A problem he’s going to create for himself, the moment he gets the answers he needs. And he figures, he won’t be getting them from this guy, if this guy doesn’t even know what the hell’s going on. And that fact alone causes Nicolas to lose some of the panic-induced tension in his bones: he’s distracted.

“What the hell do you mean ‘what the hell are you talking about’?!” He’s moments from shouting, but a naturally conflict-shy person as he used to be is, and as genuinely of a good guy he tried tries to be, he lowers his volume at the last minute. “The convo- The Corpse Riders? Oh my god, do you have any idea about what’s going on?”

just staring at the other, the expressions that contort as emotions flow through blue veins. it’s entertaining. the first living person he’s seen in days, how could he not stare ? but then jonah answers, and his face just... god, it left the man in a fit of laughter, hand moving to his mouth to keep himself quiet. 

“ man, your face... you should’ve seen that shit, priceless ! “ teeth curl into his lips as he doubles over, eyes squinted and laughter bursting. it was short-lived, but the look was too much to bare. his actions often caused odd glances, but that was hilarious.

he revels in his laughter for a few more moments, letting the joy sink into his muscles, to thrive along his high. “ corpse riders ? is that like some band ? or... dude that would be a sick ass band name. we should start one. “

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ruffled hair was pushed from his face as the man gave her an odd look, one with perked brows and slightly crazed eyes. they were tinted red, streaks of crimson curling towards the core, but he man was shaking, lips wobbling in the process of speech. 

“ dani ! “ he called, legs pumping a bit faster as he managed to near close to ailton tower. he’d know that coat of fur anywhere, and if bowie hadn’t escaped his sights, he’d be by his side as they came closer. a tuft of blone hair flew from the corner of the building, and jonah responded with a wave of his hands. 

“ dani, come on ! look, i saw your dog out in the woods, but he got out of my reach. i bet if we run we can find him ! “ he ran to a stop, eyes crazed and hands twitching.

location : ailton tower time : early morning status : open

           “have you seen bowie?” she asked one of her fellow survivors at the tower. adrenaline was racing through her as she fought to keep the panic lacing her voice at a minimum. after the announcement that had gone off a couple days ago, tensions were at an all time high. perhaps a bit of an understatement, but they couldn’t really bring themselves to care when they hadn’t seen bowie in nearly a day. after the woman shook her head no, dani offered a weak smile before turning so that the woman wouldn’t see her face fall. she sank down a nearby wall, her hands shaking. she knew she was likely overreacting; after all, most of the people around her would tell her that it was just a dog, and with everything else going on, there were far more important things to be worrying about. but bowie wasn’t just a dog to them. he was a comfort in a shitty world that kept getting shittier. 

          “this can’t get worse,” they muttered, knowing those words were almost like a curse. dani had known they shouldn’t have let bowie out to get one last run in before being stuck in one spot for while, but she hadn’t been able to say no to that fluffy face. “it probably can, actually, but i can’t even see how right now,” they continued.

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jonah was never an easy one to find, not unless you stumbled upon you. he left everything to chance, and it’s kept him alive so far. right foot, left foot, jonah stumbled through the woods mindlessly. he let the wind lead him, and it carried him right towards a familiar stranger. 

brows furrow and red eyes blink lazily. in truth, jonah had no clue what the man was talking about, he’d been wandering alone for the past week, and not a single soul had graced his sight. he would’ve been lonely, if the visions had stopped. but that was a side affect he was willing to live with.

“ convoy ? man, what the hell are you talking about ? “ a husk in his tone radiated, the misuse for the last week taking an audible toll. but nevertheless, his lips still showed in a curl. 

Being a rogue outside the camps didn’t allow him to keep up to date with things quite easily, especially because he didn’t own anything that could have counted as enough of radio to capture Ailton’s signals. But he’d noticed the curfews, the panic, the change, and the tension in the air. It hadn’t taken a lot to ask. And now he regrets having done so. Who knows, had he never found out, maybe he could have at least died while growing at ease with his new life.

He would have never seen it coming. And as such, wouldn’t have had to fear it.

Then came the news, an overheard radio describing rotting corpses put on display, a description of an appearance that had made his blood run cold and his hands tremble for the following two hours. He’d wanted to keep to himself, had wanted to stay even further away from camps - or perhaps join them? Where was he safer? - perhaps leave toledo altogether but, that appearance…

And now he’s desperate. To know. Trust wasn’t easy to give and now less than ever, but the frustration, the desperation of needing to know the truth, leads even Nicolas to act against what he thought of as his own personality. So he stands there, hands clenched into fists at his side, face trembling and determined. “Have you seen them? Have you seen their convoy? Did you see them?”

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“ dude, youtube was the shit man. “ jonah laughed, a crumbled cigarette lit in his hand. when he could catch wifi around the outskirts of town, pre - poc, he’d fill up the hours smoking and watching prank videos. as the terrible idea arises, a smile forms on the mans face. “ bro, lets do it. “ a small clap of his hands and a pass of the cig, and he’s ready to go.

             mad man with a magicians flourish     ;     lights of Vegas to the strobe light heart     &.    beacons of furious       ,     neon signs. he exists purely in a world of impulse thought.       ❝    bro    ,    bro i was thinking about youtube last night     &.   i had an idea.     ❞      a slot machine mind spitting out ichor into the faces of men that can hardly pronounce the names of the old gods they worship in secret.  sometimes his words start to spin like a carousel.     ❝    lets do 100 layers of glue on our face    ,     it would be so funny dude.   ❞    his eyes grow wild with the idea    ,    glue in hand &.  a  half chargedcamera in the other             ready to make art.

open !!!

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astra-campserotonin‌:

“ So you didn’t actually believe anything you just said.” Astra said raising an eyebrow here she thought she hound found someone intellectual with a leg to actually stand on, regardless of what he thought Astra thought he was on to something. “You should take that theory of your’s over to the scientists at the saints.”

“ mostly just ramblings... could be true, could just be high. “ a small giggle arises from the full grown man, hands tugging his jacket a bit tighter. though, as the other started making suggestions, a quirk of his brow revealed. “ woah, i don’t know about that... i mean i’m sure they’ve already thought it over. “ while he wasn’t afraid of the camps, he didn’t exactly want them keeping an eye on him. not just yet.

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blumeisms‌:

Flora honestly couldn’t work out what he was saying, and she threw him a look of pure confusion. “Uh- you lost me at evaporating through the skin. I’m pretty sure the infected are decomposing though, what with all the limbs falling off and oozing skin and general lack of manners.”

most were left confused by the ramblings of the kadmar boy, others somehow slipping into his realm and realizing the depths and shallow ends that tail to his words. others just called him crazy. he was used to it by now, and shrugged it off. “ evaporating might not be the right word, but like... the virus is oozing from the drooping pores in the form of gas. i guess. “

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harpmeiger‌:

There were only a few rogues that Harper could actually bare to be around when she left the perimeters of her camp. One of them just happened to be this dude Jonah. How he survived on his own out here for so long was rather amusing to the Meiger. Despite that, he seemed to be one of the few authentic people left in civilization. “I am completely lost by your train of thought,” she said shifting in her spot. “You’re telling me that dead cells that fall off the body naturally are the source?” If that’s the case then the rest of humanity most definitely were screwed and it was now only survival of the fittest.

jonah barely recognized what world he was living in, rarely paying attention to the things that probably mattered. he just didn’t care. it’s a philosophy in itself, and one he planned to die by. “ most are. “ it was a quick remark, follow by a hollow chuckle. “ no, no, like part of the virus is seeping out through the pores. you gotta switch your whole aspect of thinking, my friend. “

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hermnic‌:

Bartender, I’ll have whatever the fuck he’s having. God, there’s an actual logic in his spiel somewhere, and to his terror, a part of Nicolas genuinely believes he’s onto something. “Okay, okay, so, what are you… what are you suggesting, exactly? How do we figure out which one it is? Would we have to, like… Kidnap– Would we have to capture one of them? Call them Sonny and Bean, or something?”

“ i’m not really suggesting anything, just ... theorizing. “ the man smiled, a slight nod after he finished figuring out his own point. god, these shrooms were hitting hard, he could damn near see the milky way five feet over. “ first of all, the rotters are so not bean’s size, and that was so unhumane... we’d treat them better, if they are becoming human. “

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gsanchcz‌:

gabriela tries to shake her head at him. she tries not to be amused. but, damn it. it’s still just JONAH. she knows him. as well as she can know ANYBODY in this world. his touch shouldn’t be so WARMING to her, but it is. she feels the goosebumps, and her body draws in, closer. she isn’t WEAK, exactly, but jonah is good at this. he knows it’s what they BOTH need. “all the stops? i’m sure you’d make me weak to my knees. but we both know you’re better at that when you DON’T TALK.” she retorted, breathily. her eyes went down, then back up, grazing over him. her teeth dig into her bottom lip, eyes meeting his. she keeps contact. holds it, h o l d s  i t. it’s their sign. their secret GO. she shouldn’t encourage him, but she does. hell, if she can have one fucking thing in this shitty  life, it should be good sex. and that’s REALLY what jonah brings to this. good banter. even better SEX. “then talk.” gabriela replies, her hand brushing up to his hair, she rakes her fingers through gently, before tightening her grip onto the silkiness. HOW has his hair MAINTAINED so well? 

heavy breaths fan across her neck, a soft smirk curling at his lips as his hands pull her closer. he knows what he’s doing --- a dance he’d done since he was just sixteen, the years of practice showing. chemicals alter his mind, but only one thing is in focus. grabriela. god, they’d done this a few times now. more than a few times, but each one felt new, different, amazing. a poison that kept on kicking. “ oh am i ? “ a low chuckle hums and he pulls her flush against him, hand cocking at her jaw. her voice holds a husk he knew well, her eyes dropping nearly making him groan. but he held it together, a smirk reappearing on his lips. they lock eyes, a moment passes and not one flinches. that was it, the go ahead, the i want this as bad as you do. no hesitation, not a moment’s wait, and he’s on her. her hands roam to his hair just as soon as he crashes upon her lips, shaking fingers going to pull her closer, if it was possible. 

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astra-campserotonin‌:

“Could be but I couldn’t think of those things as being capable of humanity ever again. Maybe they will self-destruct in a little puff of stinky gas.” This toxin was what most people talked about these days, what is it, what does it mean, why is it happening. Astra wished she had all the answers that people desired but alas she did not and she didn’t know when someone might.

jonah was mostly fumbling along his thoughts, taking tid bits and piecing it together. in reality, he's an all out mess. the drugs mixed with his life in general, it wasn’t a good option but it makes things easier. he's okay with it. as the other pitches in, it changed his whole mindset. 

“ woah ... okay, might have a point there. i don’t know where that goes... human race wins ? dies ? we might just have to see for ourselves. “ he was talking more so to himself than to anyone before him, but nevertheless, a smile crept onto his lips.

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“  okay ,  but  just ---  𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤  about  it .  if  it  rained  down  and  people  were  infected ,  from  the  start ,  before  they  even  died ,  wouldn’t  the  toxin  just  be  the  virus  𝙀𝙑𝘼𝙋𝙊𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂  through  the  skin  ?  so  like ,  they’re  decomposing  or  turning  human .  it’s  gotta  be  one  or  two .  “

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hermnic‌:

That he was baffled would be a bit of an understatement. Certain to be facing imminent death, he hadn’t expected to be met with ready help instead. Honestly, the easiness with which the other showed up and implied his help would have knocked him off his feet if he hadn’t already been sitting there, ass planted firmly on the ground, the stranger’s aid probably his only way out of the situation.

And maybe that thought alone manages to awaken a sense of suspicion towards the other, somewhere within the more rational side of his brain. It isn’t every day you meet someone as willing to help a random stranger as this fella seemed to be. Nicolas is pretty sure even some of those guys living in the surrounding camps wouldn’t trust their companions farther then they could throw them, so do forgive the narrowing of his eyes as they catch sight of the blade suddenly appearing in the male’s hands.

“Uh, no offense, dude, but do you… Do you actually know what you’re doing? I, I don’t mean to question you; actually, I’m pretty damn grateful you’re willing to help, but, y’know, can’t blame a guy for wanting to ask…” A weak chuckle thrown in at the end, and his eyes widen enough to showcase the full extent of his concern.

carefree and whimsical is how jonah liked to live life. he learned it from a young age, and all it’s gotten him is a stress-free life and a lifetime of imagination. he doesn’t think twice when someone’s in need, offering up what he has and what he can do, because he’s lived with less before. survived with less, and he didn’t bat an eye to it anymore. 

the bars were tight on the man’s ankle, and while it’s an option to pry them open and lift the leg out, that often led to a poorly-timed release and a few lost fingers or toes. when you’re trying to get out of one on your own, you get creative. 

he doesn’t react when the man becomes visibly uncomfortable, no doubt from the glistening blade in his hand, but all would be revealed soon, so what’s the point ? steady hand flips the knife around, blade facing his own chest and the but end gently wedging between the two tightening bars, grazing the man’s ankle as it enters but no pressure is applied. he hooks the handle of the knife into the crook of the angle, digging the metal into the rubber casing. then, he’s on to the top of the trap, pulling it apart gently with two hands, letting the knife slip further and further down the crease, locking as it eases back up, just enough room to slip out. 

“ okay, now, no questions --- grab my hand, and gently, and i mean gently, lift your foot out of the trap. do not touch the teeth. “

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gsanchcz‌:

gabriela is literally FIST RAISED, ready to  p u n c h, when she hears the voice sneak up behind her. she’s turning so fast, it’s honestly LUCKY that she stops herself in time. no. a voice reminds her. you’re not that girl anymore. and it’s a good thing, because it’s … JONAH of all people, standing there. and maybe gabriela would have felt SLIGHTLY bad about punching him in the face. then again, he can GRIND HER GEARS sometimes. but, he also has that constant easygoing smile, that cheeky nature, and that sense of INAPPROPRIATE humour which stops gabriela from ever getting mad at him anymore. “i really could have knocked you out right now.” she murmurs out. she sounds winded. she knows that’s just from seeing him, and the intensity of their eye contact. she HATES it, but absolutely can’t break away. gabriela swallows and tries to remember who she is. tries to take back her own control and anger again. “try your romantic lines on someone else.” it’s sarcastic, and biting, but not as much as it could be. gabriela hesitates, then relaxes, her entire body sagging with it. it feels good to LET UP sometimes. part of her wants to reach up and tuck a strand of his hair behind his ear, but FUCK THAT. “what do you want, jonah?” gabriela asks, instead, slightly exasperated. they’re standing close together. gabriela doesn’t take a step back. 

fightin’ tooth and nail, it was tradition with gabriela, something he had learned to expect. his lazy, slightly intoxicated smile curled further at the corners of his lips, a hollow chuckle falling from his lips. eyes flicker towards the frozen fist, his smile soon morphing into a smirks. “ but you didn’t. come on, who could hurt this pretty face ? “ he teases, fingers curling back his own way before they moved to graze at her hips, finger pads dancing across warmth. gabriela was an enigma --- she’d saved his ass time and time again, and somehow, she keeps coming back. he’d never seen it before, someone who could truly put up with his bullshit and throw it right back at him. then, that first b i t e, that first taste of hot skin and heavy breaths, it was an addict’s worst weakness. “ you thought that was romantic ? that’s not even in my top twenty pick up lines. i could really pull out all the stops, you know. “ a husky chuckle echoes this time, the night drawing closer and the herbs he had found earlier were just now kicking in. “ oh nothin’, just wanted to... talk. “ the drag on his words hints to a deeper meaning, one they were both familiar with by now. 

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ckamdar‌:

there have been many nights where she laid restless with the images of the past, the images of a day that she didn’t know would end up being the last one of normality would flash through her mind, voices — well, more like screams — of those she truly loved filled her ears. a day she had just stayed instead of run, die instead of fight. but she can’t take any of that back now. it was a day lost, a day that will haunt her for the rest of her life. and that was fine because who knows how much longer she would have in this world anyways. the bloodbath was her creation out of necessity for survival and the nightmares were just the side effect.

so imagine her surprise when her nightmare was just standing there — a few feet in front of her in broad daylight. weren’t ghost suppose to be see through? aren’t they suppose to remain how they were when they died? but the ghost of her cousin spoke — a voice that she has started to forget flooding straight back to her speaking in words, that…she hardly understood. 

was this a real ghost? she hadn’t believed in them before but what other reason for her to see jonah standing there? she was speechless, unable to string any sentence in her mind, much less to speak. she was just waiting for him to disappear, for a blink to make him vanish. but that never came and she couldn’t keep standing there gaping at him.

“ what? you’re the one who’s dead. ” do ghost know that they’re dead? or perhaps he was a demon here to fuck with her for her sins. now that wouldn’t be surprising.

blood red flash before hazel eyes, reminiscent of his family all those years ago, ripped to s h r e d s. he didn’t give a second thought before running back into the woods, not checking on his family, not taking the time to bury them --- there were dozens, it would’ve been impossible. he’s used that excuse against himself for four years, a repeating cycle of guilt and denial. this, this was his ghosts coming back to haunt him. 

eyes flicker between his feet and the apparition before him, the dark pit at the core of his stomach bursting waves at his sides, growing and contorting as he didn’t dare look the girl in the eyes. he’d been closest to her, one of the only bit of family he had that truly cared. and he had left her. 

why was she coming back now, what had he done to bring those eyes before him ? maybe it was his mind mocking him, turning his highs into terrible nightmares, making him face his fears. he hated it. 

“ i’m not dead, you are ! the house was... it was filled with blood. no one survived... “ tumbling tongue mumbled words, but jonah was mostly talking to himself. he didn’t want to feed into the negative energy --- his demons thrived on it.