inhumatus
/ i adore this admin.
inhumatus
/ kermit, whenever you’re on here. just remember, you make our day the most brightest. i miss you so much, my brother. i miss our long talks and silly jokes.
corcomedentis
serviants
HIS SLEEK JAWLINE WAS THE FIRST THING SHE’D GAZED UPON IN THE SEARING RAIN. he stood on the porch, shielded from the agonizing raindrops. evelin felt the drops claw at her bare forearms, and even as her coat covered her enough, she felt the prickling weight of the rainwater. ⠀─┈┈ EVERY MAN HAD A SECRET, AS EVERY WOMAN TRIED TO BURY HER SKELETONS. EVELIN WASN’T AFRAID, BUT ANGER STOLE HER VERY BREATH .. and burned her bright. she wanted revenge, if not .. a bloody massacre. feet pebbled onto the wet, moth grass, moved with conviction towards the porch. but her words, rich and southern, were atrocious.
“seen ya’ parading round’ town with the sherif. did you know he murdered innocent children and framed the town? he didn’t tell ya’ that, huh.. gods, you make my blood boil with utter rage, how could you?”
corcomedentis
Her presence, along with her unnecessary scrutiny, left Victor quite perturbed. He didn't care for what she was rambling, nor for her apparent distrust or disbelief. He wasn't here to gain her favour, or anyone's, for that matter. He was simply here to relax. But it seemed even that came with sacrifice...
He moved further away from her once she was on the porch and sheltered from the rain. He collected a blanket in his hand that been laying on a chair and tossed it at her — he didn't want water on his porch. It might get tracked in.
"Truthfully, I have nothing to gain from him, nor this conversation. What are you doing so far from a main road in the middle of the night? Are you hoping to get lost? Hmm? Or killed?"
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serviants
her gaze turned to scrutiny at his controlled voice. twas smooth, and too .. well put together. it was white obvious he didn’t want her there, but she didn’t want to be either. heck, her choice for this .. thought out decision, was looking more stupor under his heavy gaze. everything had sounded far better in her head, moving on stubborn legs and yet with ease until she climbed the first step of the porch, evelin still kept her distance. scoffing as wet lips curled inwards, she gave a stoic response, and equally as rehearsed.
“well, sir. you showed such an interesting side that i couldn’t help but believe in utter disbelief. i don’t understand you, your motives or .. your presence here. does the bastard owe you or soemthin’ ?”
، @corcomedentis ’
corcomedentis
The night carried with it the scent of petrichor and something heavier than Victor cared to remember. Rain washed everything clean. He had often found himself stood outside when it rained — admiring the ferocity of nature, its innate ability to be behaved yet utterly unforgiving. It reminded him of home, especially when he stayed at the cottage. Especially when he felt like this.
Yonder in the night, he saw a figure moving among the raindrops. He peered through the dark, and was aided by the porch lights as the figure became a person, a very angry person. A person Victor did not want around. He did not want people at his cottage.
"I apologise but you seem to have a rather deluded impression of me, ma'am." His voice was smooth, even-toned, something well practiced and calm. "Come out of the rain and join me on the porch — out there, you'll be as sick as a dying dog."
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corcomedentis
/ victor fact №2 — he peels grapes
corcomedentis
/ he eats cereal with water
inhumatus
posh victor, what happened to the innocent boy?
corcomedentis
#ID: @inhumatus ... "rumours..." he muttered with a shake of his head. "i'm afraid that's not something i'm willing to share with you, sir. what you read in the newspaper is what happened."
inhumatus
you know what they say about men with tragedies? it’s never a wise thing to be involved with them. death stalks them like a slitherin’ snake.
corcomedentis
#ID: @inhumatus ... [ he held the other's gaze for a long moment then offered a smile ] i have always been accepting of death, i don't fear the possibility that he may follow me.
hyrded
you look like a troubled man, what’re you hiding, victor?
hyrded
“it is the nature of your .. strange and yet so enigmatic presence. too direct, I suppose. my apologies, I couldn’t help myself.” ‛ a delicately hummed response was given with a fleeting look, it was barely there, but the man couldn’t help it. only larger questions began to dance at the back of his mind and he felt prickled by them.
@corcomedentis.
hyrded
you know what they say about secrets? they’re filthy. you can’t win against them, but you can’t always keep them buried.
hyrded
“rurik sires and yours?” ‛ at the tilt of his head, the male gave a silent shake of his head. “fairly new to the town. but somewhat yes, what exactly is it for?”
@corcomedentis.
corcomedentis
/ diversity win! the obsessive compulsive amnesiac is a serial killer! :)