#forever bound to darkness (envyxharmony)

[chronicparagon]

@s-talking

[chronicparagon]

Happy belated Halloween @s-talking

Dungeon of the Damned: One of Mississippi’s most intense haunted houses, is in full swing! It’s Halloween night, and hundreds of people line up for the popular haunt known for their scares.

Screams fill the halls and chambers of what was once a slaughterhouse turned attraction. The actors did not spare a single soul who bought their tickets and signed their waivers.  One of the rooms is one filled with theatre blood and viscera staining the tiles. Bodies hang from the ceiling on hooks with a few severed limbs resting here and there.

One person is in the room. Harmony takes those few moments between groups as a break. Her white dress is torn and stained red, laying on the table drenched in the fake blood and lined with organs that looked very convincing to be realistic. Chains keep her arms above her head, revealing her body adorned with fake wounds.

In all her life, she never thought she could get the chance to work in a haunted house, especially the Dungeon of the Damned. She was elated when she got the call about her application. There’s something thrilling about entertaining the masses with horror. Although her throat is slightly sore from the screams and cries, she doesn’t mind it at all.

She’s repeated the same act with each group: She begs for their help before the butcher comes in and attack her with a chainsaw. The butcher in question is none other than Matt. He appears intimidating but is a decent man who enjoys the work at the haunt. He and Harmony became acquainted during their downtime.  He remains hidden behind a door where he would make his entrance. He offered Harmony water a little while ago, which she accepted. It was greatly needed to keep the act going.

She hears a loud cry outside her room along with guttural growls coming from one of the animatronics and angry shouts in Latin from the possessed nuns. That is her cue!

 Okay. It’s showtime! Harmony thinks as she clears her throat.

The larger door opens and seven people enter the room. Four men and three women ranging between the ages of late teens to late thirties. They uneasily gather near the door while Harmony begins to loudly cry.

“H-help! Please, help me!” She cries out while pulling on her chains. “Help me out! H-he’s going to kill me!” Then, she shouts Matt’s cue. “God, help me! Please!”

Her face turns to the smaller door across from the table. However, the door remains closed. It doesn’t swing open to reveal Matt in his butcher costume with his chainsaw. A moment passes and Harmony clears her throat before calling out.

“God, help me please!”  The guests look around the room, searching for anything to happen next. Panic grips her when that door doesn’t open. Where is Matt? Wasn’t she loud enough? Could he hear her?

“Uh, is something about to happen?” One of the visitors mutters under his breath to his friend. Harmony takes a deep breath before she repeats herself.

“GOD, HELP ME! PLEASE!” She screams and just like that, that small door swings open. It slams against the wall before swinging to a stop. A man who is six feet tall stands before everyone. His apron was stained with blood and pieces of plastic flesh glued on.

Oh, thank heavens! Now, he heard me. Harmony thought with relief. She will have to ask him if he’s okay after this group leaves. Right now, she needs to continue her act. However, he doesn’t approach her.

Matt stares ahead of him with wide eyes. The lower half of his face is still concealed by a leather mask. His large form stands in the doorway into the room with arms hanging at his sides. He doesn’t have the chainsaw but has a strange, thick collar around his thick neck. Blood covered rubber boots take a step forward, only to let out a harsh cry. His body jerks erratically with blue sparks flying from the collar. The visitors scream and cry with some embracing each other tight and others cowering against the corning. Then, brown eyes roll into the back of his head before his body becomes limp.

Matt drops to his knees before falling face flat on the floor. His fall reveals a different figure standing behind him. A young man who is even taller than Matt’s hulking form remains. One hand carelessly tosses a remote, the other holding a chainsaw.

But there is something different about what Harmony thought was Matt’s chainsaw. The chainsaw was a prop with the teeth removed. But this chainsaw is real.  The mysterious man steps over Matt’s body as he pulls on the saw’s cord. His black hair cascades over half of the man’s pale face, thin lips turned into a boyish smile as he holds the chainsaw with both hands. The crowd stands uneasily, trembling in fear as they question if this is part of the act.

Harmony knows who this is, and this is not part of the act! 

“Envy!” She pulls on the chains that keep her on the table. She wants to break free and put a stop to the nightmares he’s about to unleash! She yanks harder on her binds, only to fail miserably. The chainsaw starts up and masks her pleas.

“Envy, no! Don’t!”

The chainsaw roars as Envy swings it toward a metal pipe next to the group. Sparks spew from the union of the weapon and metal. Visitors scream and scramble away with a few people escaping the room.

“What the hell is this?!” A man cries as another shouts: “Shit! Shit! Shit! Is this supposed to happen?!”

“I don’t think it’s part of the scene!” A woman wails while pulling her husband toward the door. She screams on top of her lungs when the chainsaw roars once more, this time grazing a young man’s thigh. He backs away as red stains the cut on his jeans and run down his leg.

“SCREW THIS! THIS IS NOT AN ACT!” He snaps and panic ensues. The screams and cries drown out Harmony who begs the Little Killer to halt. She can’t break free from these damn chains! Damn it all!

Everyone ran out of the room with two people dragging the injured one out. The larger doors slam behind them. The chainsaw ceases its harsh cry before it falls by Envy’s feet. Those ghostly pale hands reach for a chain, breaking it free with no effort. The door’s twin handles secured with a chain embracing them.

Trapping Harmony with him and him alone.

“Envy!” Harmony snaps, her gray eyes blazing with rage. “I-I can’t believe you did that! H-how could you?!” She chides him while he calmly approaches the table. “I wasn’t in any danger! It was all an act!”

Perhaps that is true because the real danger has just arrived.  Envy doesn’t say a word. He only stares at her, not moving his head. Not even blinking! Unease washes over Harmony, damping her anger as the Little Killer slowly makes his way to her. Black boots step over Matt’s form for he sees the other man as nothing more than a minor obstacle.

“Envy?” She asks, but he gives no answer. He pays no mind to the fake butchered corpses hanging from the chains bound by the rafters. The blood on the floor and table meant nothing to him. The young serial killer has seen it all, but this grim display is nothing. It’s all smoke and mirrors, mere child’s play to a seasoned murdered killer such as him. 

Soon, his towering frame stops at the end of the table, staring down at Harmony. Fear stiffens her body, not that she could even run with the shackles keeping her in place. Her wide silver eyes stare at him and her lips part to speak.

“Hey…Don’t-don’t get any ideas!” She speaks quickly but in a blink of an eye, she finds Envy is no longer standing. He makes his move before Harmony has a chance to say another word. Envy crawls over Harmony, nestled between her thick thighs. The blood-stained dress’s short and tattered hem ride over her tan skin as his frame presses against her.

He has her trapped like a little lamb pinned down by a hungry predator. Black eyes stare at her shining, silver gaze. Lips stretched to a wide grin at her fear. Then, without warning, the Envy leans in, capturing Harmony in a deep kiss.

As their lips meet, the lights turn off.

 The creepy ambiance dies, and the animatronics freeze. Confusion and terror rise among visitors and actors alike. The Dungeon’s staff had no idea what was going on! It was as though there was a severe power outage throughout the haunt.  Questions buzzed as the Dungeon was shut down with the visitors evacuated, allowing staff to urgently respond to the emergency. Red and blue lights flash outside the sprawling building with sirens replacing the buzz of excitement and anxiety of what laid within those walls.  

Thankfully, the police made it to the scene without issue. They hurried to the location with flashlight and weapons in tow. Communications to the room in question go unanswered. Only stillness answered the staff’s pleas for Harmony or Matt to answer.

“OPEN UP!” One of the officers barked as the other two kicked at the doors. They already suspected this is one of FBI’s most wanted killers in America with his body count always increasing. Missing people cases ended with victims sliced to pieces. While every case differed by cause of death, there were similarities:

Victims’ eyes missing, and poppies embracing bloody remains.

Time is of the essence! Two lives are at stake and time is growing short for their rescue.

One kick!

Another kick!

And another and another!

Then, dents form on the heavy metallic door before suddenly, the door breaks off its hinges. It hangs with a loud shriek, revealing only darkness. The police officers flood the room with guns loaded and their flashlights searching for the Little Killer and his hostages. They discovered Matt right away and two officers made their way to him, assessing his condition while surveying the small room behind him.

The man is gravely wounded from the injuries inflicted on him. His heartrate is weak from the intense electrical shocks that came from the shock collar. It’s tightly wrapped around Matt’s thick neck, but he’s still breathing. Barely, but breathing.

The room is silent as a graveyard. The air is thick and cold with a strong sense of dread. It’s so thick it can be cut with a knife. Much to the police’s dismay, Envy is nowhere to be found! Not even one trace of him in this very chamber.

 But how can it be?!

The two doors were locked tight! The second metal door is still locked after further inspection. There are no other exits here or in the smaller room where Matt hid before his act.  There are no windows here and the only vent is tightly sealed.

Envy is nowhere in this very room! What’s worse is his other victim.  A young woman was trapped here with him! An employee for the haunt. She’s not here either!

All that is left on that table are thick chains that end with her shackles. The shackles are gone with the chains cut by a powerful force. Panic grip the police when they notice one anomaly left behind by Envy. He took the girl with him, leaving only one poppy flower on that very table.

There was no sign of Envy or Harmony in the other rooms of the Dungeon of the Damned. Several victims were found severely injured. Most of them sliced by the deadly blade of a butterfly knife. Slashes and stabs left the poor souls to suffer, drenched in their blood before the paramedics found them. Their crime was simple: They got in the Little Killer’s way during his search. Be it staff who questioned him for being there, or actors mistaken him for a visitor and tried to scare him.

Needless to say that their attempts did not faze him or his deep, dark gaze.

The security team and the police scoured the tapes from the cameras for any sign of where Envy and Harmony are. The video revealed an anomaly in Harmony’s room. A blurred figure escaped from the small room where Matt was before chasing the group out with a chainsaw. It was not like a prop chainsaw, but a genuine one that cut a guest’s leg. His panic triggered the chaos that ensued throughout the attraction.

The footage showed Harmony’s face shifting from annoyance to real fear when that figure, who was tall and dark, trapped her. His face was only a blur when he approached Harmony, then hovered over her before the camera became black.

The tapes didn’t reveal what happened to her. It was like the unknown stranger stole her away with the darkness, leaving behind that single red poppy.

[chronicparagon]

Never Let You Go

@s-talking

Thunder growls lowly outside while the rain pours from the black clouds cloaking the star-studded heavens. Crystal drops tap against the glass dressed in a veil of mist. Those drops of water glide down over the window’s surface like tears of sorrow. It is a cold night, which is not too unusual in Mississippi at this time of year. It is a stark contrast to the warmth in this house. The house is far from empty with the owner and her guest.

Thunder growls lowly outside while the rain pours from the black clouds cloaking the star-studded heavens. Crystal drops tap against the glass dressed in a veil of mist. Those drops of water glide down over the window’s surface like tears of sorrow. It is a cold night, which is not too unusual in Mississippi at this time of year. The night’s chill is a stark contrast to the warmth in this house. The house is far from empty with the owner and her unexpected guest.

Low, dulcet notes play softly in the living room where Envy and Harmony quietly sway to the music. Her right hand holds his and her left hand rests on his shoulder. His free hand rests along the curve of her hip. The thunder rumbles to the song’s melody and the lightning lights up the room that had the gentle glow of candles as the light source.  The subtle warm light reflects in her sterling gaze while she looks up to see her beloved’s face.  It is much harder to resist the urge to smile when she takes in his flawless features. Her eyes sparkle with pure love for the Little Killer.  The dance slows down to a stop and Harmony takes this opportunity to make her move. She wraps her arms around Envy’s waist and pulls him close to her.

“Envy…” Harmony whispers, “I love you. I love you so.” Harmony moves to her toes and her hand reaches for Envy’s cheek. Her thumb stroke arcs over his pale skin and she catches him in a gentle kiss. The kiss seems to end too soon every time, but when her lungs ache for air, Harmony has no choice but to break the kiss. She draws a needed breath before gently pressing her forehead against Envy’s. There is pure love in her sterling gaze. He can see that in her eyes, but when it comes to his own black hues…

There is no warmth.

His intense gaze doesn’t hold joy or any sign of life. They are deep, dark as the storm clouds outside, and as cold as winter. They are black as the endless sea of unforgiving darkness.

The worries for him remain. She closes her eyes with her forehead still pressed against his. Then, Harmony’s hand moves away from Envy’s cheek, only to wrap her arms around him once more. She pulls him tight to her. She doesn’t want to let her beloved go, fearing the darkness could swallow him whole. She’s so very scared of losing him to the raging storm.

“I will never stop loving you.” She lowers herself back to her feet. Her head rests on its side against Envy's chest and her hand takes the one where he wears his promise ring. The young woman lifts that hand and kisses the bruise encircling his wrist.

"I won’t let you go…I will never let you go."

[Happy birthday, friend!! 💞]

[chronicparagon]

@s-talking

[chronicparagon]

There Can Only Be One - Part 2

Second Part of the One shot for @s-talking

Part One: Link

   Harmony looks up to see the visitor. He is tall, but is certainly a head shorter than Envy. A loose, tattered robe black as night covers his body and his head is concealed with the infamous Ghost Face mask that she knows so well.  In his black-gloved hand is a large hunting knife, its sterling blade gleams in the flash of lightning.

Harmony's immediate reaction?

She screams. She releases the loudest, most shrill scream and she throws her drink across the room.

"OW!" The full can slam against his face. Dark, fizzy liquid spills from the can and drenches the mysterious intruder's robe. "Oh, look what you did!" He snaps and lunges for Harmony. "Just you wait until I get my hands on y-AAH"

"STAY BACK! BACK, I SAY!" Harmony pulls off her slippers before jumping off the sofa. One flies at the other, hitting him in the chest already soaked with the cold soda.  "GET BACK!"  The man lets out a groan before the other slipper slaps hard against his mask. The girl grabs her phone off the coffee table, turns on her heel and dashes from the sofa.

"Why, you little!" He growls and runs after her. The woman squeaks and makes a break for it across the living room. The intruder blocks her way to the kitchen, barring her from accessing any weapons. Harmony makes her way to her bedroom where she plans to lock herself in until Envy or the police come. The intruder lunged after her. He pins Harmony onto the hard floor. A gloved hand wraps tight around Harmony’s throat and he wields the knife over his head.

This is it! He isn’t going to let this girl get away now! Her death will surely attract the one and only Little Killer of Mississippi. He followed Harmony for weeks, taking notes of other people she meets and spend time with. One is a tall, dark man who looked more like a ghost than a human being. Sometimes, he is with Harmony, but other times, he is also following her and watching her. It’s a curious observation but it made the other certain that he has found the Little Killer! The masked man has searched for the other killer for so long. His desire? To be the most feared serial killer and to do that, he must best the man who strikes fear in the hearts of all the people. He is just seconds away from realizing this dream!  

His heart racing….

His breath hitched as he sees the look of fear on the young woman’s face.

Then,

Sharp pain shatters his concentration. A harsh scream follows, and he nearly loses his grip on his victim. Harmony kneed him between the legs but failed to grab the knife that fell from the intruder's hand. A high-pitched squeal follows and Harmony pulls away with her phone. The force of the kick, makes the knife fly from his hand before Harmony has the chance to grab for it. and the knife. She makes it to the corner with every intention to make it to her bedroom while getting the emergency call. "D-Damn it! Don't make this hard!" Ghost Face growls and he reaches for her.

Harmony screams and falls back onto the floor when his vice grip tightens around her ankle. Lightning flashes and the lights go out while the pair ends up fighting for Harmony’s phone. She struggles to get to the emergency call with his hands reaching for her phone.

“Grr-G-GIVE ME-Give. Me. That. PHONE!” He snaps, “OVER MY DEAD BODY!” Harmony snarls and kicks her assailant. "Gladly!" He answers and wrenches the phone from her, and the girl slams her fists against his Ghost Face mask.

Her blood runs ice cold when his chuckle reaches her ears. Terrified eyes look at the infamous mask before her.

"You...You had to make this more difficult..." He grumbles in the dark and lightning flashes into the apartment once more. "Heh, no matter...I got you where I want you..." He adds, but Harmony gasps when she notices something when the lightning flashes again.

There at the far end of the hall leading to the rest of the apartment...A tall, black figure stands there. It seems the masked man doesn't notice they are not alone. "I have many....Many ways to destroy you..." Silence follows in pitch-black darkness.

Lightning flashes once again and the figure moves slowly. Harmony notices the little pale flesh exposed by his black clothing and dark locks, slick from the rain concealing one black eye. The other one is left visible and staring at Ghost Face.

Harmony's heart jumps into her throat when she realizes who it is. It's Envy. Her dear, beloved Envy. He showed up and with an unreadable expression on his face, is slowly creeping toward them.

"Hmm...I suppose I should get this started before he shows up. I know about your little boyfriend. Like he will ever save you now! He's too late. Far...too...Late..." He throws his head back with a loud laugh. Thunder roars and lightning flashes, revealing Envy is right there.

Standing right behind Ghost Face.

"Any last words before I wring your neck?" He asks the trembling girl, but notices that she isn't staring at him all this time. Quivering lips part as she nods her head and speaks.

"H-Hey...Hi, honey."

"Honey?!" Ghost Face asks, only to feel long, slender fingers wrap around his neck. An icy cold grip digs into the black cloth of the mask and digs into his own flesh. His vision quickly turns away from the girl now curled up in a corner.

Beneath the mask, the intruder's face holds true terror to see the owner of those hands now holding them. In the dark, he seeks a ghostly pale young man. His dreadful, black eye boring into his own wide gaze, and his lips...

Oh, those thin, colorless lips slowly stretch to a wide smile. A charming smile that is also very frightening. Ghost Face doesn't utter a cry or scream before he sees red.

Red...Blood...Terror...and a grisly, gorey demise.

Here, he learned a valuable lesson that would be his last: There can be only one. There can only be one man for Harmony....One who can follow her and watch from the shadows...and only one serial killer of Mississippi.

The bittersweet aroma mingles in the air as red petals dance in the stormy night.

There can only be one and that will be the infamous Little Killer.

[chronicparagon]

There Can Only Be One - Part 1

One shot for @s-talking

Part Two: Link

Harmony gasps and jerks her head to the French door window behind her. Lightning flashes outside, revealing the small balcony but there is nothing unusual.

Odd, I thought someone was there...

Just a moment ago, she thought there was a tall figure standing outside, standing perfectly still. Was she just imagining that?

Maybe? She's not sure. Lately, she noticed something in the corner of her eye. The window to the balcony is locked but the sense of danger lurking nearby made This is not the first time she got that terrible feeling of eyes watching her every move. When she studied, played video games, cooked, or did other activities, she didn't feel alone in what was meant to be a private place for her. At first, she thought these occurrences were a coincidence. The towering silhouette at her bedroom window late in the night?

She first thought it was a nightmare or the strange state of mind between deep sleep and being awake. The little items in her home that went missing occasionally?

She thought it was just misplacing them at first. However, she wasn't sure what to think of the strange, late-night calls with no one on the other end. The odd events seem to be getting much, much worse lately.

Harmony shudders at the thought and hurries to the front door. Sure enough, it's locked and she quickly draws the blackout curtains. Yet that did little to ease her worries.

Tonight, the creeps are getting the better of her.

"It's....It's probably nothing, but I don't want to take any risks." Harmony picks up her phone and types down a text message.

Text: Hey, Envy! It's me.

Text: Are you busy?

Text: Can you come over tonight? I need someone here. I'm kinda scared.

She sends each text message in quick succession. Harmony told him about the weird calls before and feeling she was being watched. She pauses while looking back to the living room window covered by the curtains. She hears the thunder growing a bit stronger, a sign of a storm closing in. Harmony sends two more messages before returning her phone back to the table.

Text: Please come if you can. I don't want you to be caught in the storm. I'll wait for you.

Text: I love you!

The young woman draws in a deep breath and turns away from the phone as it rests on the coffee table It may take some time for him to answer or be at the door. The girl clears her throat while pulling on a hooded sweatshirt over her nightwear.

I'm getting thirsty. I should have water, but I really want a soda. Nothing wrong with getting a drink while waiting for Envy. The fluffy unicorn slippers stop before the refrigerator in the kitchen. A pause and Harmony looks over her shoulder to the window just above the kitchen sink. There's no one there, but she can't shake off the tension filling the quiet house. It's too quiet to her liking now.

A shake of her head, then she opens the fridge door. She grabs a chilled can of soda.

She opens the can and takes a sip of the soda while closing the fridge's door. Her mind wanders back to the chain of events that increased in frequency and severity.

"Hmm..." Harmony leaves the kitchen and settles on the sofa in the living room. They all have something in common: She and Envy are apart when they do happen. Would he have anything to do with it?

I can't help but wonder about Envy sometimes. He's very quiet and can be gentle but that can change in a matter of seconds. She thought as she leaned back against the sofa. One leg crosses over the other, soda still in hand. Though she loves him so much and he promised her will protect her.

When she thinks about it, that figure on her balcony and the one she catches from the corner of her eye is as tall as he is. The broad shoulders may also be a giveaway. Very few people are as tall as Envy. She never got a good look at the mysterious watcher, but now she is uneasy.

Could the guy stalking me be actually Envy?

She had no chance to reflect on that when she heard glass smash. Crystal shards clink on the kitchen floor and she hears someone call out to her from the kitchen's entrance. It's a voice that was not at all like Envy's.

"Hellooo, Harmy ~"

[chronicparagon]

THINK FAST: * throws monopoly money at harmony *

"Think fas-?" Harmony lifts her gaze when Envy gives her the warning. The wooden hairbrush pauses mid-stroke through reddish-brown locks resting over her shoulder. Eyes widen from the sudden attack. Papers in white, deep gold, and light shades of pink, green, blue, and yellow fall around her. It's been a long time since she last played the game, but she recalls the money grab event when someone throws money in the air and other players have to catch them.

Harmony screams and jumps onto her feet. The hairbrush falls onto the floor and her hands frantically reach for the fake banknotes. "I got them! I got them!" She reaches for the vibrant colors fluttering about. She manages to catch a few of the colorful bills but there is far more to capture! She turns quickly to others, but she cries out when she loses her balance.

"Nooooo!" She falls on her stomach with several of the monopoly money trapped in her tight fists. Silence follows the drama save for the rain tapping on the window behind the window seat where she once sat. A moment passes and Harmony lifts her head with her hair hanging over her face. She blows on the tresses covering her face, revealing one eye. She doesn't dare release the money she caught in her hands.

Not yet, at least.

The remaining papers lay on her back with most of them surrounding her on the floor.

Harmony laughs nervously as she sheepishly smiles at Envy. "I...I kind of got carried away there..." She gestures to the money on her back

"They're on me, so I can keep those too, right?"

@s-talking

[chronicparagon]

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Killer in love ▪︎ Kimi ni Koisuru Satsujinki

[chronicparagon]

does harmony love envy? asking since ive seen it in Ur blog

Anonymously ask my muse a question about any of their relationships you've seen them in on this blog.

"Of course, I love Envy!" Harmony exclaims with her eyes light up with the warmth she has for him. "I fell for him quickly. I love his quiet nature, how he smiles when he sees me...his smiles are gentle...most of the time. I love how passionate he can be. It's almost like he will sweep you away when you least expect it! His kisses take my breath away every time! He is a wonderful listener. He never seems to mind when I sing or ramble about my day and thoughts. He can be very romantic dancing with me under the moonlight."

Harmony sighs softly as she thinks of the good times, "Envy is special to me in every way. I even dream of marrying him and having a family. It's something I want." Her heart swells with pure love for the Little Killer as she continues.

"I also have a thing for fangs, but he can be rather rough with them. Not that it's always a bad thing! It's just..." Harmony lowers her head and her shoulders lower. "I love Envy so...but love is not always about romance. Love is also about pain....Pain, confusion, and fear. Sometimes, he scares me. He can love a little too much. I'm not against Envy being protective of me. He saved my skin and I will always be grateful for that...But he can hurt other people who get too close or flirt. I wouldn't leave him for anyone else. I never dreamed of it! I love Envy and only Envy. No one else." She shakes her head as she speaks from her heart. Those incidents aren't common but when they do, she fears the worst for the unfortunate souls who even look at her.

"I love holding his hands and having him close to me, but he's cold to the touch. Even his lips are cold, but his tongue is warm. I don't know why. His eyes, too...They're always unsettling. People say eyes are the windows to the soul, but...I don't see his soul when I look into his eyes. They are black, solid black. I don't see joy, sorrow, or fury in them. They are just...empty." Harmony's silver gaze shines brighter, a silent warning of incoming tears.

"Some things happened to him. I know little about what he's been through. I know a bit about one incident when he was a child. He told me one night..." Harmony sniffs, her voice is a bit higher in pitch now. "But everything else...I don't know. I want to know more about Envy." Her body quakes as she forces her sobs to stay.

"I want to understand him! I want to understand why he can be so scary. Something...S-something is very wrong with him. Darkness keeps him prisoner, but I don't know who or what it is. He-He isn't a bad person deep down! I love Envy. I want to be part of his life and be a part of mine. I-I" She heaves a deep breath, but her attempts to stay calm falter. "I want to help him, but I...I d-do-don't know how. I wish I did...I'm scared...Very scared...I don't want to lose Envy."

Finally, tears fall and roll down her face. "I don't think my heart can take it."

@s-talking

[chronicparagon]

Why were you named the way you were? Is there a special meaning behind your name (or middle name if applicable)? Are there any certain scents, sounds, or textures that you like? What about ones that you dislike?

Tell us about something that's happened recently (asker can request a specific "vibe" to the story--happy, sad, annoying, funny, etc. if they wish).

A pop followed by a soft hiss of carbonation fills a moment of silence when Envy pauses with his questions. The metallic tab rises when a finger pulls it up and opens the chilled can in the woman's hand. Harmony is surprised, really. Envy doesn't speak much, but he is asking questions about her. Though his voice is soft and he pauses after every few brief moments. She doesn't answer right away, choosing to let him finish asking before she speaks.

Silver eyes watch him while she holds the freshly opened can of cola to her lips. Harmony sips her drink in silence, taking in those questions. The can return to the little side table placed by the window seat where she sits by the Little Killer's side. She lowers her head, deep in thought about those questions. The pitter-patter of rain tapping on cold glass follows the air of silence, but that will be fleeting when Harmony answers them.

"I have a few names, my given name, and the names my grandfather and great-uncle gave me when I was a child and as an adult. Mama and Dad gave me the name Harmony because it was a name meaning peace...Peace in our past and hoping for a brighter future. It also matches my last name." She scoots across the window seat closer to Envy. "I also have another name. When I was born, Grandpa gave me my first Lakota name. It's Ciqana Mato, which means Little Bear. I had that name until a few years ago when I graduated from high school. Traditionally, we may have our names changed from our actions, merits, or through ceremonies. My great-uncle, his name is Joseph...He gave me the name Mato Winyan to mark adulthood. That means Bear Woman in the Lakota language. I don't know if it fits me, but I like to think so...Bears are pretty cool." Harmony adds,

"My middle name...Mama gave me that one. Celestine is like this pretty crystal. Some people think it's fragile, but it's a strong rock. I guess she picked that because it sounds pretty, but maybe it also describes how I'm strong, too. Like bears..."

Harmony adjusts her position. She settles in between Envy's legs and slowly leans back until her back rests against his chest. The taut muscles beneath the clothing reminds her once more of what his loose clothes hide.

"I like the smell of the rain...The sound of it too. I love to listen to rain while I'm in bed under the covers. I like petting cats because their fur is so soft and hearing their sweet purrs. I enjoy petting animals in general, really. I like birds singing, the aroma of apples and cinnamon...And..." A nervous giggle follows her answer.

"I'm sorry if it sounds weird, but I like the smell of your jacket and hair. I like how soft your hair is too. It's feels almost like silk...And I like the feeling of your kisses and your hands." Harmony adds and lifts Envy's hand. She holds it in a warm, gentle grip. Her touch is a sharp contrast to the cold touch of his ghostly skin. Fingers stroke the back of his hand while she continues. "Let's see...What else...I like the smell of roasted marshmallows, like for s'mores. Those were one of my favorite snacks growing up. I miss eating campfire s'mores, but...I don't like how fire feels."

She remembers the hellish flames. They dug into her flesh like razor-sharp claws. The burns dove deeper and deeper to the bone. Searing, blistering, tearing her skin and feasting on it.

"It hurts...It hurts terribly...Sometimes, the pain returns. I don't think it ever leaves..."

Harmony remembers that fateful day...The day where she would survive, but with scars marring her tan skin. She isn't sure what Envy thinks of those burns. He has seen them before, but he never turned Harmony away. In fact, he seems to want her regardless of her imperfections. She certainly loves Envy, even with the slipknot marks around his slender wrists, ankles, and neck.

Harmony lifts Envy's hand close to her face. She lowers her head until her lips press a gentle kiss on his wrist covered by his sleeve. Then, she press the back of his hand to her cheek. The grip is tight enough to keep him there, but also gentle enough to let him go if the Little Killer chooses.

The woman doesn't want to focus on those ugly memories. It would be best to move on from it! That is exactly what Harmony does by answering his last question.

"Did I tell you what I saw yesterday? I went outside for a bit for fresh air. The sun was about to set, but it was still kind of hot and humid out. So, I didn't stay out for long. I looked out and noticed something blink. Then, there was another and another. I got so excited! They were fireflies! They are coming out now! They were flying about and glow now and then. That's one of the cool things about southern states like Mississippi. You get to see fireflies." Gray eyes light up as she tells Envy that story. A sigh follows that story and she tilts her head back until her gaze meets Envy's face. "But I don't think they will come out tonight. It's still raining...Not that I'm complaining. Rain is neat to watch, too."

@s-talking

[chronicparagon]

❝ looks like you won. ❞ ( totally didn't let her win on purpose or anything * snickers * )

Our muses are sparring and my muse ends up on top of yours, pinning them down. Send me  ❝ Looks like you won. ❞ for my muse’s reaction.

A sweet giggle answers Envy's words. Harmony lifts her head from his chest while pinning him to the bed. "Looks like I did!" She beams, proud of herself for winning this round. She can't believe it! She is always the one who is pinned down and at her beloved's mercy whenever they have these matches.

It is one of those rounds of wrestling that came from Harmony challenging the Little Killer once more. She never minded being the one at the bottom, but that challenge over his position spices things up now and again.

Though there is that suspicion that perhaps Envy let her win this time.

After all, he is much taller than her and the oversized jacket conceals the truth when he wears it. She knows very well about the powerful but lithe physique hidden under the clothing. She has some muscle tone herself, but she isn't as fit as he is.

Should she be upset that he was easy on her? No, she isn't. Besides, this isn't to say that he can turn the tables and flip her over with ease. It's best that she savors this moment before Envy decides to catch her off guard.

"So...About my prize..." She adds with a sly smile. Silvery eyes look down at Envy while her chin rests on one hand and her other hand rests on his chest, a finger drawing lazy circles over the taut chest under black fabric. "May I have a victory kiss?" She asks before her hands rest beside each side of his head. She leans in until her lips press a sweet kiss against his cool, thin lips. The kiss doesn't last long, parting to let Envy have a chance to breathe. Though she is tempted to go for another. Then, Harmony pulls away and embraces him as she snuggles against his chest.

"I love you."

@s-talking

[chronicparagon]

@s-talking

[chronicparagon]

Honestly? I thought the White Day ask from s-talking was tier. I dig it.

Anonymously or not, tell me who you ship my muse with.

[ ( I think this ask was for that meme, but please let me know if I'm wrong.)

Thank you so, so much! EnvyxHarmony is one of my top favorite ships! The mun is a dear friend of mine who is a wonderful writer and artist! They are one of my favorite artists with their beautiful work and each one has so much love put into it. We created stories for our muses over the years that I love so much and I always look forward to see how these stories continue.

I always recommend @s-talking! I look up to them all the time. They have a special place in my heart as a friend and their posts are absolute treats that I can never get enough of! I am so grateful to have met them and write with them. They are the absolute best, and Envy is one of the best OCs ever!]

[chronicparagon]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘,  𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒.     she’s  constantly  on  the  move  &  much  like  the  midsummer  wind,  soothes  your  tired  soul,  offers  you  shelter  &  relief  where  there  is  none  to  be  found  but  oh,  pray  tell,  who  shall  be  the  one  to  help  her... ?  the  world  is  a  cruel  &  wretched  place,  &  so  are  its  people  no  matter  how  many  years  pass  by.  miss. harmony  is  truly  a  rarity  among  them  all   ──   he  knows.

this  is  precisely  why  he  does  the  things  he  does,  pushing  yet  another  miserable  worm  right  off  the  rooftop  just  as  the  access  door  creaks  open,  right  on  time  revealing  the  little  apple  of  his  eye;     dressed  in  a  silky  white  dress,  her  dark  skin  glistening  with  opalescent  tones  &  long  locks  floating  freely  in  the  wind;     oh,  she  looks  absolutely  stunning  tonight.  envy  watches  her  with  spider-like  intrigue,  inviting  for  the  young  woman  to  come  closer  in  a  silent  gesture,  almost,  devious.  after  all,  miss. harmony  can’t  possibly  know  of  which  she  did  not  see...  much  like  that  little  splatter  in  the  dark.

it’s  adorable.  the  little  killer  makes  sure  not  to  soil  such  innocence  by  taking  firm  hold  of  her  chin,  keeping  those  silvery  eyes  focused  only  on  him  as  the  pale  moon  illuminates  both  their  silhouettes,  as  well  as  the  countless  red  petals  scattered  at  their  feet.  are  they  poppies?  roses?  the  little  killer  refuses  to  let  her  see,  now  whispering  in  a  low,  husky  tone,    ❝      you’re  mine,  always . . .      ❞ // happy white day ♥ !

Where is he?

Harmony thought with worry as her gaze remains on the night sky painted outside the window. She hasn't heard from him all day, though the text messages being read gave the woman some reassurance. Hours marched on and the gray skies darken before the dreary clouds break, offering that relief in seeing the shimmering stars.

She wants to see him for the night, missing him more and more as the hours pass.

Hands hold themselves together to her chest as she doesn't see his tall stature slowly walking down the path towards the door. Not even the silent movement at the window.

" Oh, Envy....Envy, where are you?"

She calls softly, only for silence to answer her. She sighs as the wind blows outside. She turns away from the window and crosses the room, only to pause when a sound reaches her ears. She hears footsteps above her and she wastes no time reaching for the access door above her. She climbs up the small ladder that expands below the door when she sets it up.

Someone is there, and he's not an intruder.

She knows who this is and her heart leaps. A creak of the door opens, inviting the night air that tousles her hair and made her white dress flutter as she steps out.

Black eyes meet her when Harmony wastes not another moment to approach him. Unaware of his dark activities, she draws closer to Envy. Lush red petal dance about the pair who stand in the moonlight.

"There you are! I was wondering where you've been." Her eyes shine in the moonlight when he tilts her chin back to see him. She does not know what he has done just yet for her mind and heart remain focused on the man before her. Slender hands rest on his broad shoulders. Lips curve to a slight smile.

"Yeah...Yours, always and forever." She answers before closing the space between them with a kiss.

@s-talking

[chronicparagon]

@s-talking

Floorboards creak with every step closer to the bedroom. . Harmony’s gaze remains fixed on Envy laying in bed. He’s usually quiet, but there is something a bit different about him when he came home. Harmony greeted Envy as she always did. He didn’t always speak, so the silence was not out of the ordinary. Her smile faded when he didn’t seem to acknowledge her. 

Not even a single glance. 

Is there something wrong?

Harmony wasnt’ sure if something happened while he was out (but hoped that’s not the case), or he’s not feeling well.  Freshly dried hands set the hand towel on the counter. She follows Envy up the stairs, only to find him on the bed on top of the covers. She watches him for a moment as he rested in the dark. Chest rise and fall with every soft breath. Even in the dark with only the moonlight from the window, his skin stands out like a ghost finally resting. 

Perhaps he doesn’t feel well and wanted to go straight to bed? 

Harmony watches him for a moment before she decides to take action. She turns away, quietly making her way down the hall for the linen closet not far from the bedroom. A short time passes before Harmony tiptoes down the hall once more. This time, she enters the bedroom with something in her hands. A brief pause, uncertain if Envy is too deep asleep to notice. She doesn’t want to startle him, but...

Finally, she gathers her courage and makes her move. 

Harmony unfolds the black blanket she had in her arms before draping it over Envy’s body, revealing only his head. Hands gingerly tuck him in before leaning in. Lips brush over the pale skin of his cheek. A silent reminder of how she feels about him. Then, Harmony turns away to let him sleep. 

She pauses for a moment, just to be sure that Envy is sleeping and doesn’t need her right away. She will answer his call and stay with him if needed. But if he wants to rest alone, then Harmony won’t stop him. After all, she will join him in a bit.

[chronicparagon]

“AAAH!” A scream greets Envy’s words along with a clatter on the floor. Harmony spins around to find Envy there. He caught her while doing the dishes with a plastic souvenir cup on the floor. His silent movements and quiet words were more than enough to make her jump. One hand clasp over her chest as though trying to still her beating heart.

“Envy, you scared me!” Harmony exclaims and though still shaken by his quiet surprise, she smiles in hopes to not seem less awkward. “I didn’t know you were coming over. I haven’t cleaned the place! H-how long have you been there?”

❝ honey... i'm home. ❞

p.o.v: you live alone.