#vengfulmurderess

[feathers-and-blossoms]

Home.

@vengefulmurderess​

Vast and foreboding darkness was something that was beginning to feel just as normal as the cold emptiness that the ghost of something that was supposed to be home embodied. It was a world like that of your loneliest nightmares. It was like living trapped within a mirror with nothing but a corrupted reflection of yourself that thirsted for your flesh and sought for your slow demise. It was like a fate worse than hell or any other place the damned resided, a seemingly inescapable limbo...except...there was in fact a way to depart from this world...

Body crumpling to the floor, gasping as lungs begged for air he felt the space around himself cease shaking. It was as though an earthquake had overtaken the land and yet was as sudden and quick as a lightning strike. Where it once seemed it was all at an end everything around him now fell subject to a startling calm. It was startling only because it worryingly seemed as though nothing had occurred at all, as though everything had returned to a horrifying normal.  

He lay there on the floor for a few moments, allowing his body to reach the same level of calm as his surroundings. Even without a heartbeat he could feel a tightness in his chest.

With his head rested upon the floor and an ear against the hard wood he could hear the moans and creaks of the old building protesting against the wind that blew about outside. A corner of his mouth pulled up at this, There was wind. Before he could even appreciate this fact another sound was brought to his attention. The sound of a cat or other small animal jumping down from a piece of furniture downstairs. A pale hand moved across the rough lacquer of aged wooden floor boards as a half smile found its way upon a face that hadn’t expressed such a thing in ages.

Home. He was home. This was the real deal, not some lifeless imitation!

Slender hands pushed up his thin body from the floor, sitting himself up and pushing some of his  messy brown hair out of his face. Feeling about he found the nightstand and used it to help pull himself to his feet. Knowing the exact set up of the room he sat back without hesitation, his body finding the bed with ease. Everything still smelled the same, it didn’t even seem dusty. This led to the foolish idea that ‘Maybe it hasn’t been that long.’ 

Feeble hands searched the nightstand, finding its contents exactly where it had been left. Grabbing a hair tie he pulled up his long hair back into a rather messy pony tail, allowing more than a few strands to frame his face along with his bangs. It was a failed attempt to look a little less disheveled. Still searching about he found his old sunglasses and put them on, once again taking up the old habit of hiding his eyes.

The young man got up, letting his fingertips needlessly drag against the wall adjacent to him. Making his way to the door he pulled it open, allowing the sound of the door unlatching to echo throughout the house. Just as he was about to step out into the hall the sound of someones muffled voice caught his attention. 

“Oh. You made it too.” He said evenly before shutting and locking the door behind himself.  

Slow cautious steps caused old flooring to protest beneath him as he made it to the stairwell. Gripping the railing with one hand he made it halfway down before pausing as he got to the point where he knew the stairs opened up into the living room. He reached out a hand and knocked two knuckles against the wall, allowing the sound to fill the room. Everything was still there in its place, like nothing had changed. She had to still be there. There was no way she was gone. But was she home...? 

[telekinesis-and-technology]

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Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed