#like huh interesting choice of words for a guy who was at Biscari

[dykesynthezoid]

WIP game!!

Was tagged by @pinkgrapefloyd (ty!!) to share part of a WIP. I have soooo many rn so I picked a couple with a common theme lol

First is from the 2x05 devil’s minion fic I’ve been working on since June bc I am simply Very Slow:

When Armand reached past the boundaries of his memory, images fading into nothing, he recalled a singular impression; like that of standing in a dark room. It had been almost five hundred years, but he could still remember what darkness looked like to his human eyes. He remembered what it was like for his body to know there were objects in the dark, things that occupied the space, that loomed, even when his eyes could take in nothing.

This was what the absence of memory felt like; standing in a dark room, knowing it to be full of objects and furniture and god knows what else, but without any idea of form, or appearance, or boundary. Even the room itself would be unknown— How large was it? How high was the ceiling? Were you two feet from the wall, or six, or twelve? If you reached a hand out to touch, what would you be met with? Wood corners, breakable glass, something worse, nothing at all? Would you even dare to guess?

And here is a bit from a piece of original fiction (also w vampires) that I’ve been working on (cw for violence, gore, implied mind control)

Vincent could not process the words before the shot rang out, but he knew a command when he heard one. Then, with his ears ringing and the guard's body slumped halfway down a wall painted high with blood that looked sickeningly black under the dull fluorescents, he understood. Eat it, the monster had said.

Tagging @leohtttbriar @oldbutchdaniel @asthedeathoflight if they’d like to do it ☺️