Sorry for my lack of activity lately guys, college has kept me on my feet. I’ll try to get everything done this weekend.
Send me ಠ_ಠ to know an inappropriate thought my muse has had about yours.
I wonder what he looks like beneath those robes of his..
"No." He growled, wrapping a towel around his waist before storming back into the bedroom and collapsing onto the bed. How dare she? He wondered. How dare she exile him and then have the nerve to ask if he was okay.
He did not return to the bed alone. When she saw his departure from the room, she immediately went towards the bed herself despite being unable to see the man within her realm, carefully placing herself on the edge of the mattress. it was..understandable that he did not wish to speak with her, but it did not mean she would allow him to do otherwise. He would speak to her. She just had to wait until he fell asleep.
My OTP makes me go from “Oh my God, they are so cute" to "SLAM THAT BITCH AGAINST A WALL AND FUCK HIM UNTIL HE BEGS FOR MERCY”
I swear, when I’m a dad, my wife is gonna get like 0 time with my kids. My God, I can’t wait to be a father.
I think that is the cutest thing i have ever heard a guy say
I’ve only ever seen one gif from this before! I’m so glad this turned up on my dash.
i love this.
Vincent sliced his jaw with the rusty straight razor when he saw the letters appear on the glass. He doubled over, cursing and splashing hot water on the stinging, bloody cut.
Angrily, he reached up and tried to wipe away the writing with his clean hand.
Well that was rude.
Alessa took a moment to glare at the wiped away letters,only using her own breath to fog it back up again, and write once more to the stubborn wretch who had ruined the moment.
Are you okay?
Vincent continued walking until he reached Brahms. By then, the sun had begun to set and it was getting dark quickly. He stopped at a motel which, to anyone else, would have appeared unimpressive, but to him it was the most luxury he’d ever seen. The electric lights only hummed slightly and the ceiling was intact. There were no roaches in the carpet and best of all, the woman at the front desk was alive.
She was a large woman but seemingly very light by the way she moved and talked. Vincent thought she had a pretty face but was alarmed by the shade of her skin, much darker than anyone he had ever met in his life. She noticed him looking at her strangely and carefully asked him what he wanted. He told her he just wanted a room for one person and she gave him a key. She asked where he had come from and he didn’t have an answer so he stammered, thanked her for the key and scurried off to his room.
He was delighted to see intact furniture and a dust-free bed. After searching the closets and bathroom for monsters, he took a very long, steamy shower, scrubbing off what felt like a lifetime’s worth of ash and sweat and blood. As he was getting out of the shower, he thought he saw something moving beyond the steam that clung to the bathroom mirror. He shook his head wearily. Just his reflection.
It was hard to follow one who may not have been accessable with mirrors or reflective surfaces constantly. Alessa was having quite the time trying to balance out her time between the Dark and the fog to either spread the Darkness further and keep her reputation alive and trying to find him. Making one notice things such as that was even more difficult. People were generally relatively distracted by their own thoughts and what they were doing to notice things that they expect to be a certain way, which was probably why he had not noticed the entire ordeal of her trying to catch his attention.
Alessa, while persistent, was also a heavily nasty thing when she grew bitter. Possessive, easy to envy, and all the more hell bent on revenge; Vincent staring at the girl even in the most innocent of manners as he was would be the cause for the female’s immediate migraine afterwards. The demon made sure of that. Jealously was not a good color on her, and the poor woman would be in bed for at least a day with what will Alessa had thrown into the woman’s head. Vincent wouldn’t be finding out about that one.
The mirror, however, was another story. She had almost gotten him. When accessed it was clear as day to see where he was and the colors of which he was surrounded where her world was gray and lost to the world; unable to truly see others in the realm of the living. The only way Alessa had managed to cast the curse onto the secretary was due to the fact she could sense them there. Maybe there weren’t full connections, but each dimenion affected another in some way or another.
The steam was a good start, however. It managed to fog up the glass, upon which the other side did as well. Made communication far more easier. Very slowly she started to drag her finger across the surface to form letters which probably appeared backwards to him, but it was hardly unrecognizable.