"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
Simon is embarrassed by the whine that leaves his throat as the Starving Dark wrenches his wrist. He closes his eyes but forces them to open again. "No.." he says softly.
Sam chuckles and pets his head. "Comfortable aye?"
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
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"What was that twitch in your hand? Do you think you could hurt me?" It whispers, barely intelligible. It grips his wrists with enough force to make hairline fractures. "What was that look in your eyes? Do you think we need each other?" It lifts him off the chair and up to the ceiling. "What was that tone in your voice? Do you think yourself wise?"
He nods again, rubbing his cheek against Sam's leg. "Mmm..."
Simon is embarrassed by the whine that leaves his throat as the Starving Dark wrenches his wrist. He closes his eyes but forces them to open again. "No.." he says softly.
Sam chuckles and pets his head. "Comfortable aye?"
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
It grabs his face just before it disappears. It inhales slowly, gently, almost an inward sigh of affection. "SHUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!" It throws him across the room. By the time he orients himself in the right direction, the body and the Starving Dark are gone.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
It grabs his face just before it disappears. It inhales slowly, gently, almost an inward sigh of affection. "SHUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!" It throws him across the room. By the time he orients himself in the right direction, the body and the Starving Dark are gone.
Simon stands up slowly, holding himself against the wall. He inhales and exhales, as if calming himself, before delivering a punch to the wall. He ends up piercing the wall entirely before pulling his fist out from it. He curses under his breath, staring at his now damaged hand. He pulls his knife out from his sheath around his belt, his breathing becoming rapid as he rolls up his sleeve. He holds the blade to his arm, as if daring himself to cut, before calming down, closing his eyes. He slumps down, his fingers twitching before dropping the blade to the ground.
A tall figure in a green hood is walking through the streets, sticking to the crowds. Every so often, in their wake, someone notices their wallet is missing A young man with curly, dark hair and warm brown skin is tying a horse up outside the inn. An Elle-Woods-lookalike is sitting on a table outside the inn, reading a comic book and sipping one of those coffee drinks that's mostly sugar.
*heyo rp?*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat. I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
A tall figure in a green hood is walking through the streets, sticking to the crowds. Every so often, in their wake, someone notices their wallet is missing A young man with curly, dark hair and warm brown skin is tying a horse up outside the inn. An Elle-Woods-lookalike is sitting on a table outside the inn, reading a comic book and sipping one of those coffee drinks that's mostly sugar.
*heyo rp?*
A very angry Simon walks part the young man, his entire body looking spring loaded and ready to rip someones throat out. He gives a glances towards the horses though.
Sam watches the pickpocketer from his spot by the docks, whittling on some wood. He narrows his eyes in annoyance.
"oohhh~ someone special i assume?" timber chuckles
"Yeah," he scratches the back of his head. "She's something special alright"
"dont be embarresed, love is a wonderfull thing!"
"It really is"
"love is how I got into my current mess. wouldnt have it any other way though" timber nods thoughtfully, staying out of the sunlight
“A mess, huh?” He sits down on the grass. “I’d be willing to listen”
"well, how much do you know about vampires?"
"Not much."
"well congrats, you just met one"
"Oh, cool" he nods
"I personally would not recomend it, yes youre undead and cant mostly die, but your also undead and cant walk in sunlight"
"I'd hate it then" he flops down onto his back, basking in the sunlight. "I couldn't live without times like this. Early morning rides watching the sunrise, picnics up on the hill."
"neither could I, but I was forced into this life, or rather, death"
It drops him. "I'm taking your piece for my collection." It shakes its hand, splattering some sparking substance on the floor. "What a needy creature. No wonder the Saint loves you."
He raises his head to lean into the petting. "Yeah... you're really cozy. And you smell like fresh fish."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*gtg*
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Simon quickly is on his knees, his pupils eclipsing his irises in rings of bright blue. He seems to hold his breath, not even daring to breath. "Sorry.."
"Heh, thanks mate." he smiles.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"Heh. And now you want forgiveness? You're just like the other cultists. Fanatical, mad, cruel. But... maybe I am being a bit harsh." It grabs the corpse and begins to sink back into the blood, dragging the body with it. "After all, it's just natural for you. Who would fault an animal?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"No.. I don't deserve it. Now or ever." he says, the tremble in his voice clear "I am sorry." he says and it actually sounds like, from the depths of his soul, he means it.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
It grabs his face just before it disappears. It inhales slowly, gently, almost an inward sigh of affection. "SHUUUT UUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!" It throws him across the room. By the time he orients himself in the right direction, the body and the Starving Dark are gone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon stands up slowly, holding himself against the wall. He inhales and exhales, as if calming himself, before delivering a punch to the wall. He ends up piercing the wall entirely before pulling his fist out from it. He curses under his breath, staring at his now damaged hand. He pulls his knife out from his sheath around his belt, his breathing becoming rapid as he rolls up his sleeve. He holds the blade to his arm, as if daring himself to cut, before calming down, closing his eyes. He slumps down, his fingers twitching before dropping the blade to the ground.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*heyo rp?*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat.
I'm a sensitive little sad bean, and somewhat of a clown. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, princess-of-quite-a-lot, and certified silly goose
A very angry Simon walks part the young man, his entire body looking spring loaded and ready to rip someones throat out. He gives a glances towards the horses though.
Sam watches the pickpocketer from his spot by the docks, whittling on some wood. He narrows his eyes in annoyance.
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
(hi wendi)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Whatever it takes
Yeah, take me to the top
I'm ready for whatever it takes
'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins
I do what it takes
Hi
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*Good morning.*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
"neither could I, but I was forced into this life, or rather, death"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Good morning, it is raining*
*morning, it is also raining*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*[implodes]*
"Obsessed? Maybe... Devoted? Very."
[Taken by my blessed beloved]
*Oh dear, now its raining wendi*
*hru*
*decent enough, I forgot my lunch so im begging for pizza crusts*
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
*Oof, fair enough. Hope you can get something good to eat*