#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ic ﹕ the creature.
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it has been quite some time since he's felt the warmth of the sun hit his skin , the faint breeze of cool air hitting his face & the smells . . . he can actually smell the crisp , fresh air of the new season , the earth mixed with a hint of warm spice. the creature took for granted the smaller things in life when he was alive , focusing on much more trivial & selfish pursuits that he now regrets completely. life is a beautiful thing that can end at anytime ━━ a spark of lightening can hit & suddenly you're gone , never to be heard from again & mourned by your loved ones for generations to come. with a second chance to enjoy his newfound life , he wants to take in everything as much as he can , though it has proven to be a bit overwhelming to do so , as this second chance also brings him to a whole new modern world , one he is still struggling to understand.
the crunch of autumn leaves crackle under his feet as they venture further into the forest , the creature shivering a bit as another gust of wind hits. he turns to look over at the woman who's joined him on this walk , the very one who brought him back to life & whom he owes a great thanks for this second chance. he's always been one to fall quickly for any woman who looks his way , as was his weakness , but in this instance , it feels different when he looks at her. raven knew nothing of him & yet chose him to bring back , using an ability so intense & incredibly , a feat that couldn't have been simple or easy. regardless if the feelings are returned or not , he is forever grateful to her & will remain forever loyal. he intends to stay at her side for as long as she desires or tolerates having him there , wanting nothing more than to ensure her happiness.
speech is still a difficult feat for him as he attempts to move his mouth , years of being underground making him need to relearn how to formulate the words. it's possible to regain his voice , but it's taking some time , which forces the creature to use other means of communication. gently , he motions toward raven & touches her shoulder softly , noting the thin fabric of the clothes she wears. the creature's eyes fixate on her with a concerned expression , attempting to convey what he wishes to say with just his facial expressions alone , in addition to the motions he makes with his fingers. aren't you cold ?
˗ˏˋ ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ the creature ﹕ 🍂 take a walk in the woods. featuring @ofsoul as raven.
#ofsoul#˗ˏˋ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ raven.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ic ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ answered ﹕ like stereo instructions.#˗ˏˋ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵇᵒᵒᵏ love me dead ﹕ the creature.#as promise! :D#oh im very excited for this#he's smitten ok but we cannot blame him for it
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˗ˏˋ ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· tags ﹕ part one.
#˗ˏˋ ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· out of character ﹕ ghost with the most.#˗ˏˋ ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· pinned post ﹕ strange & unusual.#˗ˏˋ ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· mobile ﹕ visiting saturn.#˗ˏˋ ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· queue ﹕ it’s showtime.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· answered ﹕ like stereo instructions.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· edits ﹕ one big darkroom.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· saved ﹕ pictures of ghosts.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· members ﹕ never trust the living.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· self promo ﹕ say it once say it twice.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· prompts ﹕ handbook for the recently deceased.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· psa ﹕ attention k mart shoppers.#˗ˏˋ ᵉᵖᶤˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ· permanent starter call ﹕ let now the dead come alive.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· ic ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· photo ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· study ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· aesthetic ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· records ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· headcanon ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· wardrobe ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· physique ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵇᵒᵒᵏ· working for the knife ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· ic ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· photo ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· study ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· aesthetic ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· records ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· headcanon ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· wardrobe ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ· physique ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵇᵒᵒᵏ· love me dead ﹕ the creature.
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˗ˏˋ ᵖʳᵒˡᵒᵍᵘᵉ tags ﹕ part two.
#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ic ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ photo ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ study ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ aesthetic ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ records ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ headcanon ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ wardrobe ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ physique ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵇᵒᵒᵏ working for the knife ﹕ the good nurse.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ic ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ photo ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ study ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ aesthetic ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ records ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ headcanon ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ wardrobe ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ physique ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵇᵒᵒᵏ love me dead ﹕ the creature.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ic ﹕ the statesman.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ photo ﹕ the statesman.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ study ﹕ the statesman.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ aesthetic ﹕ the statesman.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ records ﹕ the statesman.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ headcanon ﹕ the statesman.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ wardrobe ﹕ the statesman.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ physique ﹕ the statesman.#˗ˏˋ ʰᵃⁿᵈᵇᵒᵒᵏ manners maketh man ﹕ the statesman.#˗ˏˋ ᵈʸᶰ jack daniels & carol danvers.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ic ﹕ the medium.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ photo ﹕ the medium.
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the scope of raven's powers still remains a mystery to him , if only because he hasn't been able to truly speak out loud & query her properly. if he had met raven during his original time period , he might have been frightened of the prospect of such power , but with things having changed now that he lives in the modern time , he's become quite fascinated by it , curious how she can effortlessly mend rotting flesh & aching wounds as if he had never been buried in the ground in the first place. she has bewitched him the moment he was able to truly lay his eyes on her , & the longer they spent together , the more he finds himself unable to resist remaining at her side. he understands the circumstances of his return to this earth make his romantic yearnings incredibly impossible. after all , she is the reason for his life , & that no doubt makes their relationship a bit complicated from the start. still , ever the artist , the creature continues to admire & yearn for the saint anyway , his now beating heart pumping & skipping a beat anytime she speaks , her voice melodic & more beautiful than any sonata he could ever write. perhaps his death was a thing to be celebrated despite it's dramatic end. it must be , he thinks , if it led him to her.
as expected , raven meets his concern with reassurance & her own worries. ever the empathetic soul , always caring for others ━━ another reason why the creature can resist his growing feelings. upon her suggestion over a warm drink back at home , he smiles & offers her a nod in agreement , greatly enjoying the idea. he's always been one to drink tea every morning during the cold winter nights during his original time period , but he has become quite fond of hot chocolate recently , particularly the delicious cream that is placed on top from a loud can , along with little colorful sweets that create an amusing display. before they begin their trek back , the creature makes a grunting noise as he removes his coat , placing it around raven's shoulders with gentle precision. ❝ . . . here. ❞ the sound comes out strained ━━ a croak almost , but the word is clearer than ever before. another smile is offered in addition to his arm , prepared to walk back with her so they can enjoy warmer temperatures back home.
﹙ ✷ ﹚the turn of the seasons brings forth melancholy on the empath, and with it, a desire to bask on the pleasant ways nature changes. raven is not one to care about her own wellbeing beyond that of how her heart can help others, however she’s found herself entranced by the idea of these walks when the world’s pain swallows her: a respite from the duties of a self - appointed saint, the respite of having her mind uninvaded by other’s emotions, only feeling the fleeting joy of a bluebird’s flight and the ghostlike embrace of the wind.
it had been in one of these walks where she felt him, or rather, the remnants of him.
ever a being of souls, raven could not resist the pull of unfinished death, a subtle energy lingering about the overgrown cemetery’s vines, cradling his grave. within the cacophony of human life she wouldn’t have noticed, but in the quiet of the woods, he had been the only thing she could notice. after a while, she couldn’t resist the calling, as if fate had placed her life - keeping hands upon his destiny, desperate to ease the sorrows that must keep him here, tied to this earth. when she met him first, she couldn’t tell why, out of all the lives in this soil, she had been beckoned to choose his, but she’s determined to try.
the healing process has been arduous, but he couldn’t have a better mistress. the mystic demon’s very essence is that of healing. rough salvation nonetheless, she feels his death every time she touches him, swallowing it to keep him warm and living. her dedication is still an uphill battle, and while she helps his development with soft grace, she’s pushed herself to her own limits to see it happen. this, she tries not to let show.
the sun creeps through the trees, a chimera of light, as it does very little against the incoming cold. admittedly she’s ill - dressed, dawning a simple kalamkari - printed dress, her trusty hoodie left abandoned by her apartment door. when he reaches over she stops, shifting her attention from the leaves to his kind features. ‘ you must not worry about me, ’ she reassures with a calmness that should be a smile. her body is numb most days, by her own volition. today is no different. ‘ are you cold ? we may return, if you wish, ’ is that worry in his heart ? the idea of his emotions pumping blood through his veins feels like a victory. ‘ i can make you a warm drink at home. ’
#ofsoul#˗ˏˋ ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ raven.#˗ˏˋ ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳˢ ic ﹕ the creature.#civi im OBSESSED#NEVER APOLOGIZE#i am also a yapper in writing WE ARE THE SAME 💚#this is truly the gentlest little thing it makes me smile :3
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