#* ☁️ ⸰ 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↪ charlotte harris.

[dismaltouch]

muses tag dump #2

[dismaltouch]

she couldn't stand idly by while she watched an entity take over someone she genuinely cared about. she wouldn't go through this again. charlotte didn't care what that monster had to say, she was determined to get her friend back regardless of what it took. she wouldn't lose someone else to a demon, not again. "shut up," she stated, though the words weren't as icy as she'd wanted them to be. someone like her trying to sound commanding wasn't necessarily an easy task. she shook her head at the taunting words coming out of the mouth of someone she didn't even recognize anymore. no. she wasn't going to take that bait, wouldn't allow herself to play games with whatever was taking over her friend. "just stop talking! i don't care what lies you try and feed me! i'm not listening to anything you have to say," she stated, taking a step away from the other. she was determined to bring levi back, didn't care how exhausting the process would be, she wasn't going to give up. "i'm going to save him and send you back to wherever the hell you came from," she insisted, gaze fire-y and full of determination. "you're trying to get inside of my head, and it's not going to work. i've dealt with one of you before ... i'm better prepared this time around."

closed: @dismaltouch who: levi roth, he/him, 28, former paranormal investigator turned demon turned tattoo artist

“aw… that’s really cute, what you just did there. nice little prayer. what’s next? a couple ‘hail mary’s? gonna hit me with the holy water?” in all of its centuries of existence, the entity within levi’s body had pretty much seen it all— and given its track record, things weren’t looking good for levi. never before had the demon managed to be exorcised without completely draining the life of its host, and it was certain this go around would be no different. “do you know what he’s thought about you? what he thinks about you? still. i thought i was depraved, but this guy… he’s got some pretty sick shit stored up here.” and the demon was enjoying rifling through all of levi’s most taboo thoughts, spreading his psyche wide open and devouring the most perverted tidbits. while it fed off chaos and pain, levi’s darkest memories were the perfect little amuse bouche for the demon. “he’s not gone yet, y’know. i can still hear him up there… says he’s holding on for you. ain’t that sweet?” a saccharine grin spread across his face, unnerving combined with the glint of malice in his eyes. “who knows? maybe you two’ll be reunited. in the after life, no doubt, but still. sweet…”