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[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@c0mplex-heroes sent: why are you running?

                   ˜”*°•.     Insane.  She  was  going  insane .  No  substance  running  through  her  veins,  yet  she  couldn’t  breathe .  Couldn’t  exist .  She  wanted  to  scream  so  hard  that  her  throat  ached,  that   the  paranoia  was  scared  away .  She  wanted  to  DISAPPEAR .  Yet,  all  she  was  getting  was  this  face  instead .  That  creepy  smile  chasing  her  everywhere.

She  wasn’t  sure  what’d  happened,  when  she  finally  came  to  a  stop.  She  wasn’t  sure  how  long  she’d  been  running  or  IF  she’d  ran  to  begin  with -  yet  she  was  panting  so  this  HAD  to  mean  something.  And  she  wasn’t  in  the  rehearsal  room  either,  so …  ❝ He  was -  I ❞  Yet,  she  couldn’t  even  speak .  Couldn’t  figure  out  the  words  to  even  BEGIN  to  explain .  ❝ Didn’t  you  see  him ? ❞  Voice  that  broke  into  an  almost  cry .  Water .  She  needed  a  damn  gallon  of  water .   

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                   ˜”*°•.      Stumbling  into  Amelia’s  little  spectacle  had  certainly  been  an  unexpected  twist. Not  that  he   minded, of course; a good,  bloody  scene  was  always  a  welcome  surprise.. ❝ Pity  I  didn’t  come  sooner . ❞  Disappointment  dressed  his  tone .  Sure,  witnessing  the  aftermath  was  better  than  nothing,  however  this  week  had  been  too  mundane  for  his  tastes  -  which  was  also  perhaps  the  reason  behind  his  visit.  Still,  at  her  question  a  negligible  shrug  was  everything  he  offered.  ❝ Was  simply  walking  around  and  thought  to  drop  by .  And  yet,  apparently  you’ve  been  quite   busy .  ❞   Or  well,  she  HAD  been  few  moments  ago. 

Gore starters | accepting! | | @thenightmareofyourdrems ' corinthian asked : "What happened here? It's like a scene straight out of a horror movie"

little bugger was truly a fighter. amelia blew a strand of hair away from her face as she stood up, peering down passed her nose with a sneer at the poor sod at her feet. dead as blood poured around her heels. but the blood immediately began to crept up her legs in thick tendrils before they steadily seep into her flesh until there was nothing left. just pristine, cleaned floors - with a corpse on the ground. amelia peered over towards her newfound colleague, she quipped back with a small grin. " oh, him? it was unfortunate on his part, snooping when he shouldn't have. and what of you? what do i owe for this visit? "

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@lightcreators sent: with great power comes great responsibility.

                   ˜”*°•.      Power .  It  was  difficult  to  grasp  the  concept  of  power .  For  what  was  power  really ?  Saying  something  and  having  everyone  listen ?  Doing  something  and  having  everyone  follow ?  Or  was  it  more  than  that ?  Something  deeper ...  Going  to  bed  without  NEEDING  to  scream.  Living  without  simply  EXISTING .  ❝ It  does . ❞  Were  the  mere  words  to  escape  her  lips .  Indeed ,  when  supposedly  simple  songs  could  change  the  lives  of  people,  she  assumed  that  power  came  with  responsibility.  When  her  every  action  was  being  spied  on,  followed  and  then  copied,  she  assumed  she  owed  the  world  perfection .  However,  was  power  really  what  she  wanted ?  Was  it  what  Nico  wanted ?   ❝ Would  you  change  it ?  If  you  could  erase  this  power ... ❞  Question  that  echoed  curious  -  for  she  honestly  wanted  to  know .  Know  whether  she  was  the  selfish  one .

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                   ˜”*°•.      A  bite  was  taken  on  her  food  as  she  considered  the  invitation.  Truth  be  told ,  she  did  have  her  own  rehearsals  to  deal  with ,  her  own  forthcoming  audition .  However,  school  was  already  unbearable,  homework  was  coming  in  big  waves .  While  succeeding  in  that  talent  show  that  her  mom  had  grown  obsessed  with ?  She  believed  she  deserved  one  evening  off.   ❝ Is  it  tonight ? ❞  Came  the  question  eventually  -  oh  she  was  never  going  to  hear  the  end  of  it,  she  was  aware.  Yet,  sneaking  out ?  It  sounded  quite  the  great  option. After  all,  how  long  had  it  been  since  the  last  time  they’d  hang  out?

Still,  despite  the  seemingly  casual  invitation,  she  couldn’t  help  but  notice  that  someone  was  off .  Something  about  her  expression,  her  moves .  ❝ Are  you  alright  by  the  way ? ❞  For  she  could  swear  that  something  was  bothering  her.

Gripping the pen harder - eyes move down to the table. There’s a redish stain in the corner, someone had probably dripped ketchup and it had never been fully wiped down. It was maybe wishful thinking, that the two of them could go back to how they were before. It had been years - it was middle school. And now in high school, everything had changed.

“ Someone had mentioned…that there’s going to be a concert. Wanted to ask if you’re going to it? ” Inhaling, I move the food I had picked on my blue plastic tray. An apple, oatmeal, and a water bottle. Maybe if I move them around it will look like I’m eating. Or maybe no one is bothering enough about me to notice. The fluorescent lights in the cafeteria are harsh - and someone had slid a chair somewhere behind them loud enough for the scrap to echo.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

these violent delights.

dialogue prompts from these violent delights by micah nemerever.

i never told you my name.

who puts those awful ideas in your head?

you're forever assuming the worst.

what's that face? you look like you're going to cry.

you're one of those people who worry all the time, aren't you?

i don't worry, i ruminate. they're distinct actions.

nothing made you. you just are.

beautiful things are supposed to hurt.

people tell you you're shy all the time, don't they?

i don't know how i ever got on without you.

a little trouble is a good thing for a young person.

i wasn't born yesterday. i know what kids get up to.

it's good to have guns to stick to.

you could do anything to me and i'd let you.

i'm not ready to be seen. not yet.

i don't need you to treat me respectfully. i'm not made of glass.

tell me you love me, at least. please. i need to know somebody does.

do i look normal? i can't tell if i look normal.

you can get away with anything, as long as you act like an authority on the truth.

don't tell me what i want.

you know you're just about the worst liar i've ever met.

i don't think you've ever felt anything that didn't hurt you.

you're so square, you're a cube.

i just want you to believe me when i tell you you're worth something.

there are limits to what you can expect people to understand, without living it.

you can't fight everybody all the time. you still have to live with them.

i forget how blue the sky can be outside the city.

i'm going to push you off a cliff, you fucking boy scout.

thank you for trusting me with this.

be a kid while you still can.

please believe in the things i try to tell you, instead of the things you think you deserve to be told.

if the sun touched you for even a moment, you'd go up in flames. like a vampire.

your voice changes when you're angry.

what a lonely, dreary thing it is to know the truth.

you never look away, even when your eyes are closed, but i'm never certain you can see what's really there.

tell me you need me. in those words.

can i tell you something? that i'm all but certain you won't believe?

i never lie to you. but sometimes, i wish i could.

you never let me pretend the truth is alright when it isn't.

you have a profound, elusive sadness about you.

you didn't. please tell me you didn't.

you and your awful little games.

why would i bother to grow my own conscience when you're always around to pester me?

you're going to help me escape.

this house is a shadowbox, never meant for human things.

you have no right to stop me, and you're not going to try.

you're sweet, when you want to be.

do you want me to kill ____? i mean it.

it might do you good to be an orphan.

you're just so sincerely creepy.

wealthy people pay handsomely for the privilege of ignoring cries for help.

i've never seen you like that before. not once.

i've decided to learn to be impulsive.

the worst damage humans do isn't rooted in malice, but in thoughtlessness.

there's such a thing as right and wrong. anyone can figure out the difference if they're willing to think for themselves.

there's no part of you i can't see.

i don't want to hurt you. please don't let me.

you're ridiculous, sometimes. but that's alright.

i don't want you right now. go home.

i'm not like you. i don't even have a shape of my own to hold anything else in place.

i'll never matter the way you do, and you know it.

say what you need to say.

if you say the word 'deserve' one more time, i'm driving us off a bridge.

i've been meaning to talk to you about ____.

i'm worried about what you're getting into.

you don't see me. you can't. you never could.

it's your life. you're entitled to make your own mistakes.

i want you to know you deserve better. you don't have to put up with ____.

you scare the hell out of me. you really do.

you look the same way you always have.

i was worried i'd lost you.

i'll take care of you. i don't need you to be brave.

all i want to do is make you happy, and you're the unhappiest person i've ever met.

i would rather be cruel than weak.

i want you to let me be nice to you today. i don't care if you think you deserve it.

this place looks like somewhere in a jigsaw puzzle.

it's always been real for me. every second.

please don't say anything to my mother.

we can't fix it if you don't tell me what happened.

i'll call you when i can stand the sight of you. don't hold your breath.

hiding the truth is still lying.

i thought you'd finally trust me if you knew i'd kill for you.

i'm just as much of a monster as you are.

i was missing part of myself my whole life, until i met you.

righteous fury leaves no space for fear.

you can always talk to me. about anything, okay? i love you no matter what.

you played [game] in school, didn't you?

no one tolerates boredom worse than the idle rich.

someone needs to be looking after you.

you know you can't actually stop me, right?

i want to be able to look at you.

when you need to, you will understand.

i'm only ever early when i'm afraid.

people talk themselves into the strangest things when they want to look impressive.

in the end, there's no difference between trusting someone and underestimating them.

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                   ˜”*°•.      A  long  time  had  it  been  since  their  last  encounter .  Memories  before  the  accident  still  abstract ,  still  blurry,   twisted  by  the  toxins  that’d  ran  persistently  through  her  veins .  it  was  still  nice  to  see  someone  there ,  though.  An  empty  apartment  that  felt  more  and  more  threatening  hour  after  hour .  Memories  of  a  previous  life  haunting  her  like  ghosts .  ❝ I  don’t  have  anything  alcoholic,  i  am  afraid  but  I  have ...  ❞  Gaze  went  over  the  contents  of  the  fridge  -  skeptical .  ❝ Orange  juice ? ❞ It  was  honestly  the  next  best  option  she  could  offer  after  the  dozen  liters  of  water  waiting  in  the  cupboards .  ❝ I  should  probably  head  to  the  supermarket  at  some  point . ❞  Or well, get somebody to do it.

Starter for @mcntra

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

|| Hit the heart for a starter from Skye

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

( * MIXED BAG PROMPTS !

mixed bag of sentence starters with a side of silly. likely taken from twitch streams / messages.

❛ what have you had for dinner today? ❜

❛ what does that do? ❜

❛ you promised me. ❜

❛ i haven't been here for a while, i have some questions. ❜

❛ i did mess up. ❜

❛ it was a setup. ❜

❛ i would have had no mercy. ❜

❛ is it good? ❜

❛ you're like a month early. ❜

❛ that's an odd take. ❜

❛ so mean. ❜

❛ worth a shot. ❜

❛ we are out of lobsters. ❜

❛ it will never happen. ❜

❛ thank you for everything you do. ❜

❛ what are the options? ❜

❛ don't know about that one, chief. ❜

❛ i agree with that. it's a good idea! ❜

❛ that is really unfortunate. ❜

❛ i don't remember, sorry. ❜

❛ i don't know about this. ❜

❛ that was honestly not bad at all. ❜

❛ if it works, why is it bad? ❜

❛ you said what you said, no take backs. ❜

❛ i think it's time to let go. ❜

❛ that could have been really good. ❜

❛ i swear i heard it. ❜

❛ i'll give the people what they want. ❜

❛ blood for the blood god! ❜

❛ great catch! ❜

❛ it's always this way now. ❜

❛ it's not as good as people say it is. ❜

❛ oh dear god, that sounds horrifying. ❜

❛ that hair cut is beautiful! ❜

❛ any words of wisdom? ❜

❛ you look great today. ❜

❛ if it takes you that long for a response, the answer is no. ❜

❛ you can't take it seriously. ❜

❛ how was your experience? ❜

❛ how's life, you beautiful bastard? ❜

❛ what's a movie that stuck with you? ❜

❛ with great power comes great responsibility. ❜

❛ friendship is magic. ❜

❛ i could've saved more. ❜

❛ corny or not, that is a very profound. ❜

❛ get out of here. ❜

❛ it's not all on you, you can only do what one person can. ❜

❛ we all need to do what we can. ❜

❛ the world's burdens aren't yours to bear alone. ❜

❛ you're so appreciated. ❜

❛ i think you've done a fine job. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what the fuck is going on? ❜

❛ what a strange experience. ❜

❛ how lucky are you? ❜

❛ are you drunk? ❜

❛ part of recovery is understanding there's going to be real absence. ❜

❛ little progress is still way better than no progress. ❜

❛ this is going to go down as the fucking worst time ever. ❜

❛ i feel your pain. ❜

❛ can i get a cookie? i'm hungry. ❜

❛ that made me cackle. ❜

❛ well, hello there cutie! ❜

❛ you got this. ❜

❛ you better rest up today and treat yourself. ❜

❛ i was not aware of that. ❜

❛ well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. ❜

❛ this part of life is hideous. ❜

❛ it's only been five minutes. ❜

❛ i have no clue, i'm sorry, i was being silly. ❜

❛ thank you for guiding me through my toughest days. ❜

❛ get well soon, we need you. ❜

❛ i hope the best for you. ❜

❛ why are you running? ❜

❛ this is the best thing ever. ❜

❛ what am i watching? ❜

❛ what a clown show. ❜

❛ you are great. ❜

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                   ˜”*°•.      Weird.  She’d  met  all  types  of  weird  during  concerts ,  during  fan  meetings,  during  a  SINGLE  walk  really .  So ,  no .  She  was  not  surprise  to  hear  absolute  MADNESS  escaping  the  other’s  lips.  Grabbing  the  hand  mirror  had  been  her  first  instinct  -  the  only  weapon  available  in  the  room .  And  she  was  keeping  it  high  -  if  he  made  ONE  step  towards  her,  just  one,  she  was  going  to  hit  him.  And  hopefully,  the  her  make-up  artist  wouldn’t  take  too  long  to  find  her  either .

❝ What  the  hell ? ❞  Was  the  mere  thing  that  she  successfully  uttered.  This  whole  conversation  felt  surreal .  However,  no.  She  was  not  letting  him  approach  under  NO  circumstances .  ❝ You  are  entirely  insane ,  get  out  of  here . ❞  Words  that  echoed  as  demanding  as  she  could  possibly  muster .  She  didn’t  know  him,  didn’t  even  know  why  he  was  there -  she’d  seen  insane  upon  insane  fans,  however  he  didn’t  match  the  description .  And  these  words  about  prey ?  Shattered  glass ?  He  must  have  ENTIRELY  lost  it .  ❝ I  will  call  the  police,  I  mean  it.  ❞ 

Continual from X | @sanguinatedmorbius

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                   ˜”*°•.      It  was  a  question  she’d  made  herself  a  countless  times  already .  A  question  that’d  still  meet  with  a  dozen  excuses,  though.  A  job  would  bring  about  nothing  but  further  tension  to  an  already  tensive  household .  It’d  limit  the  time  she  spent  with  the  children,  with  Diego,  whenever  he  got  home.  They  had  enough  issues  already ;  wouldn’t  her  absence  merely  cause  more ? 

❝ The  kids  can’t  raise  themselves . ❞  Was  her  mere  answer  eventually  -  blunt  as  much as possible.

❝ But  back  to  you.  Did  you  perhaps  meet  any  hot  CIA  agent ? ❞  Question  meant  to  ENTIRELY  set  him  aback.  Distract  him  before  things  got  too  sentimental.

❝ I gave the legal amount of warning. Besides, if I can use a lamp to kill you and you have a gun? The food chain is merciless in the real world, Mrs. Hargreeves. ❞

There's something in her eyes. He wishes he had grown less perceptive in this timeline but he'd picked up on SOMETHING. He can't place it yet but he'd never felt closer to finding an answer than then.

❝ I bet you'd pass a background check now. Why not get a job? ❞

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                   ˜”*°•.      Annoyance  was  evident  in  her  face ,  yet  she  took  a  seat  nonetheless.  It  wasn’t  the  first  time  her  words  flew  unheard,  and  as  much  as  she  hated  it,  she  knew  it  wouldn’t  be  the  last .

❝ It’s - ❞  Hesitancy  crossed  her  expression  momentarily  -  for  finding  a  way  to  answer  the  question ?  It  felt  impossible.  This  whole  mission  was  a  huge  bunch  of  secrets,  after  all  -  and  sure,  her  mother  would  keep  telling  her  that  it  was  fine,  that  details  were  unimportant,  she  couldn’t  help  but  feel  lost,  though .  Being  kept  in  the  dark,  frustrating .  

❝ I  was  hoping  we  could  talk  about  it  a  bit  actually.  ❞  Came the suggestion filled with uncertainty.

@thenightmareofyourdrems sent 'you didn't hear a word of what i just said, did you?' (Lila to The Handler)

��Hm?”

She had been too involved in her own doings to give Lila her full attention; she looks up from where she sits at her desk, cigarette in one hand. Exhaling, The Handler glances towards the doorway where her daughter stands, “Lila darling, I didn’t expect you to be back so soon! That little job of yours go well?”

Extinguishing the cigarette in a nearby ash tray, she proceeds to swiftly scoop up the files in front of her and shove them away in the bottom draw of the desk. Completely ignoring any hints of irritation in Lila’s voice, she waits for the her to enter the office, gesturing towards the chair opposite her. It's the kind of gesture that says come, sit; more a demand as opposed to an invitation.

“Now, what is it you wanted?”

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@cculters sent: How could you throw away everything we’ve been through for this?

                   ˜”*°•.      Overwhelming.  Everything  felt  so  overwhelming  he  thought  his  head  would  explode .  Choices  however  clear,  still  impossible  to  make .  He  wanted  to  breath .  Wanted  to  take  ONE  damn  second  to  think.  Yet,  his  thoughts  were  colliding  so  violently  with  each  other  that  choosing  right …  he  didn’t  know  how .

❝ What  do  you  want  me  to  do ?  ❞  Question  that  echoed  almost  desperate .  Tom  was  right ,  after  all.  Letting  things  unravel  the  way  they  had,  their  best  option.  While  that  figure  that’d  been  chasing  them ?  They  should  stop  hunting  him,  stop  trying  to  stop  him.  It  was  what  it  was  -  and  if  Marisa  saw  it  as  if  throwing  away  everything ?  there  wasn’t  much  that  he  could  do.

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@lightcreators sent: The sooner you face the facts, the better.

                   ˜”*°•.      Frustration .  Frustration  was  such  a  small  word  to  describe  her  feelings  at  the  moment .   Couldn’t  they  all  simply  stop  talking ?  Stop  existing ?  Her  mother  enough  of  a  fuss  already .  Lecturing  her  about  late  rehearsals  and  inappropriate  appearances .  Well,  she  was  NOT  a  kid  anymore ,  it  was  her  life,  her  career ,  she  could  CHOOSE  whether  she  wanted  to  set  it  up  on  fire  and  let  herself  rot .

The  glance  she  offered  the  other  was  not  even  close  to  friendly .  Air .  What  she  needed  was  enough  air  to  sober  up ,  yet  the  place  felt  SUFFOCATING .  ❝ I  have  NOTHING  to  face . ❞  Words  that  echoed  abrupt   -  at  this  moment  not  even  caring  that  she  was  yelling  at  her  friend .  Gemma  was  already  losing  her  patience  with  her,  would  it  be  so  terrible  if  Nico  did  the  same ? 

Breath .  Her  hand  went  over  her  face  before  eventually  dropping  to  the  side .  ❝ What  are  you  doing  here  anyway  ?  ❞  She  asked  -  question  now  lacking  the  previous  intensity .   If  she  had  to  choose  between  returning  to  that  room  with  her  mother  being  all  willing  to  mess  with  her  nerves,  she  would  rather  spend  it  with  him. 

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Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 26

(Angry and irritated sentences from various sources. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"I guess your family didn't teach you many manners, huh?"

"You gave me an empty gun?"

"How I spend my money is not your business!"

"From now on, it's my rules. If I tell you to shut your mouth, you shut your mouth."

"Are you so blind that you're unaware we're on the verge of a grave crisis?"

"I don't presume to know everything about your life. Why do you think you can guess at mine?"

"Wait a minute! You used me as bait?"

"You can't have everything you want just because you want it."

"How come you can't be smart like that?"

"I think you finally overstayed your welcome."

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"You're in my pyjamas!"

"Just what were you doing under my table?"

"I'm getting a little weary of this attitude."

"You know, the next time you make a plan like this, you could at least let me in on it!"

"There are times I think you don't take me seriously. I think that ought to change."

"That is a part of my life that I don't discuss with anyone, and I don't feel that I know you well enough to discuss it with you now."

"I'm very sorry - did I give you the impression I was asking?"

"Didn't you hear me calling you?"

"I have said all I intend to say on the matter."

"What is it I'm supposed to have done?"

"You ask a lot of questions."

"Are you trying to destroy this family?"

"What is it about you? A death wish?"

"I'm not in the habit of making mistakes."

"Aren't you getting a little tired of this? Because I know I am."

"I sincerely wish I wasn't hearing this."

"Can you leave me alone for five minutes, please?"

"Why don't we stop pretending that I'm brilliant and you're simple for one moment?"

"The sooner you face the facts, the better."

"Let's not start this tedious argument again."

"If I wanted schooling, I'd have gone to school!"

"I'm going to be special. You'll see."

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Insane.  No,  insane  was  not  even  close  to  describing  the  insanity  of  the  situation.   Anxiety  was  growing  more  and  more  overwhelming  second  after  second,  yet  he  knew  he  couldn’t  allow  himself  to  lose  control.  Whatever  this  thing  inside  of  him  was,  it  would  be  removed.   They’d  defeated  monsters  upon  monsters,  after  all ;  they  could  defeat  this  one  too.  Still,  he  couldn’t  understand  why.  Why  him ?  Sure,  he  was  glad  it  hadn’t  been  Scott  or  Allison,  yet  why  him ?  This  thing  had  taken  every  single  part  of  his  past  and  turned  it  into  his  enemy.  It’d  unburied  the  darkest  moments  of  his  life  and  revived  them.  The  disease,  the  reason  his  mother  would  yell  at  him,  blame  him,  forget  him  and  eventually  take  her  away  from  him,  mimicked  by  this  thing.  He’d  been  thinking  he  was  losing  his  mind ,  that  he  was  going  to  die  like  she  had …  and  yet,  it’d  been  all  just  a  game .

❝ Can’t  you  get  it  out  now  ? ❞  Echoed  the  question  a  bit  too  impatiently .  If  there  was  a  way  to  stop  it  before  it  fully  possessed  him,  then  this  was  good  news,   right ?  The  sound  of  glass  breaking  ceased  his  train  of  thought.  Eyes  looking  towards  the  source  of  the  sound,  yet  he  was  afraid.  Afraid  that  if  he  went  there,  he’d  see  nothing.  Afraid  that  if  he  DARED  to  take  a  look,  he’d  be  lost  in  another  hallucination .    ❝ Did  you  hear  this ? ❞  Uncertainty  dressed  his  tone  -  the  fear  of  a  potential  negation  growing  wild .  It  didn’t  matter.  It  didn’t  matter  if  it  was  real or  not . 

At  his  next  words,  he  looked  almost  as  if  he’d  been  caught  stealing  cookies  from  the  jar.  He  knew  exactly  HOW  had  this  Underworld  come  in  contact  with  him.  And  he  knew  that  the  rest  of  the  people  involved  weren’t  exactly  in the  best  condition  either.  ❝ Me,  Scott  and  Allison  might’ve  participated   in  a  ritual.  Well,  it  was  mostly  to  stop  another  ritual  but...  you  get  what  I  am  saying. ❞  It’d  make  sense  if  this  was  how  this  entity  had  infected  him.   ❝ What  should  we  do?  Because  I  am  really  not  a  fan  of  having  demonic  entities  in  my  body. ❞ 

One  day,  he  would  find  an  manner  far  more  polite  to  expose  such  radical  truths.  One  day.  Annoyance  projected  by  current  realization  remained  carefully  swallowed  back  ---  if  there  was  one  thing  in  which  he  was  maintly  proud  of  was  his  ability  to  bossing  sprits  around  …  when  once  he  was  concerned,  possibilities  of  some  ghost  deciding  to  be  an  problem  was  supposed  to  be  the  least  of  his  issues,  wasn't  supposed  to  turn  something  to  handle  …  Nevertheless,  within  Hecate  realm,  he  mostly  had  been  an  visitor  who  was  welcomed  inside  the  kingdom,  in  which  mutual  compagny  were  found  by  the  ghosts,  in  which  he  could  allowing  himself  some  privileges.  He  didn't  have  absolute  control  over  everything  a  ghost  could  do  when  his  back  was  turned,  because  that  wasn't  his  realm  of  control.  However,  a  yokai  belonged  mainly  to  Enma-sama,  and  even  if  he  came  to  write  a  registered  letter  to  the  deity  concerned,  the  latter  would  remain  in  his  obligatory  neutrality,  for  be  his  position.  His  dad  had  never  directly  interfered  with  a  ghost  as  far  as  he  knew,  so  even  if  he  asked  for  a  little  help  ---  looking  around  at  Stiles  and  then  back  at  him  with  intense  eyes,  he  tried  to  understand  why.  Why  he  was  being  targeted.  Why  there  was  this  connection  to  the  Underworld  anyway.  Was  it  a  sign  that  his  father  was  the  observer,  was  it  a  sign  that  there  was  a  preordained  change  ?

There  was  discrete  forgiveness  inside  his  gaze  concerning  harshness  he  exposed  …  that.  It  was  the  kind  of  regular  trouble  other  than  a  possession  that  he  found  himself  in  regularly,  it  was  another  normal  day  for  him  but  certainly  not  for  the  other  boy.  He  was  going  to  have  to  learn  the  job  of  an  exorcist  in  record  time,  where  annoyance  showing  in  his  face  was  almost  glad  that  it  was  Japanese  ---  so  different  from  a  whole  perspective  of  what  he  had  learned  about  dangerous  demons  of  Hell.  The  answer  wasn't  long  in  coming,  where  harshness  of  his  voice  was  implacable.❝  Either  I  can  getit  to  leave  in  some  mutual agreement,  or  it  will  be  forcibly  ejected  under  my  orders.  ❞  Half-offense  resonated  when  he  noticed  worry  about  possibility  he  might  not  find  an  solution.  Everyone  but  him  whe  it  concerned  ghosts.  ❝  We  have  to  disconnect  the  control  it  seeks  to  take  over  you.  Something  had  to  happen  to  open  a  door.  Something  from  the  Underworld  attached  itself  to  you.  ❞  Once  more,  he  remained  polite  to  not  directly  questioning  if  something  did  happened  that  could  have  triggered  that.  He  already  knew  he  touched  the  Underworld  for  feel  it  ---  but  couldn't  carelessly  concluding  circumstances.  ❝  I  don't  know.  Right  now  it's  playing  on  your  fear,  but  hasn't  come  into  direct  contact with you. ❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

❝ What  if  I  sit  here,  very  quietly,  while  you  go  outside fight  whatever  this  thing  is ? ❞  Suggestion  comes  WAY  too  casual .  ❝ It’s  good,  right?  Good  plan . ❞  

@frithlaoch liked for a oneliner

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.      Silence .  It  was  surprising  how  warmly  she’d  embraced  silence  after  years  of  loudness.  And  yet,  her  one-year  break  was  over  as  her  mother  had  so  confidently  announced.  The  great  Skye  Riley  was  back  in   the  spotlight  and  she  NEEDED  to  be  bright ,  to  be  confident,  to  be  smiley  and  stunning .   He  was  dead .  She  needed  to  be  the  star  she’d  always  been .  He’d  grabbed  that  thing.  He’d  smashed  his  head .  She  was  fine  now.  Fully  recovered .  She  had  no  reason  NOT  to  shine .   He’d  died  in  front  of  her  eyes  and  she’d  left  him  there  to  rot . She  had  to  restart  her  career.

Eyes  remained  fixed  on  the  mirror .  Her  once  long  hair  now  gone  -  lost  in  the  hands  of  panic  attacks,  the  nightmares  from  that  night  of  the  accident.  And  yet,   it  wasn’t  her  appearance  that’d  kept  her  standing  there .  No .  Confusion  had  come  in  waves  upon  seeing  the  letter .  An  invitation  from  Rhaegar …  She  was  surprised  he’d  reached  out  after  everything  that’d  happened  She’d  been  cruel,  after  all.  The  things  she’d  told  him  and  Gemma …  She’d  blamed  them  all,  when  they’d  merely  wanted  to  help .  And  yet,  if  he  was  willing  to  give  her  the  chance,  or  well…  even  to  simply  insult  her  out  of  spite,  she  was  willing  to  take  it .  It  was  better  than  staying  at  home  haunted  by  thoughts .                

Mirror  was  put  back  into  her  pocket.  Hand  was  brought  upon  the  door  and  with  a  deep  breath,  she  knocked .

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