giulswrites (via giulswrites)
I just wanted to stop by and brag on you for a minute. You are a fantastic writer and I LOVE seeing your post on my dashboard.
awe thank you! i’ve bee having a rough patch here lately, so this is nice to read :))
❛ Any book? ❜ Perfect. Milo has one in mind already. A bible —— He remembers spotting one on her nightstand the first time they met. He wasn’t SUPPOSED to be there, and she wasn’t supposed to see him. It was just like the ones his family kept, black, a GOLD cross on the faux - leather cover to indicate its contents. Milo hands it to her with a smile, sitting comfortably on the floor. It’s been so long since he heard anything from this prolific book and now —— knowing what he knows —— It’s almost FUNNY now.
❛ My father . . . He always read the story about Jesus casting demons into pigs. I think it was his way of warning us that demons could take any shape or form, or something like that. I’d like to hear it again, if that’s okay. ❜
her heart sinks ever so slightly that a child would request such a dark reading. the arms that will hold a sinister book, instead, wraps around the little boy to offer a small hug. milo was smart, and extremely independent and d i f f e r e n t just as she- ❝ are you sure ? judy has plenty imaginative books to sort through . . ❞
she stalled. something grew rather uncomfortable within the chest cavities. eyes open minimally to asses the chosen item and regretfully speaking- wanted to set it ablaze. however this is a sin and to remain pure, it shall remain worshiped.
oh yeah i’m a reaper man. every good thing, i kill it dead. oh yeah i’m a hooligan out in the street making a mess. FUCK YEAH I’M A DEVIANT. when i go to the store, i go undressed. oh yeah i’m a sexy mess- go on the date just to get the dress off. oh yeah i’m an ugly mess- not in the face, but in the head. i’m thinking that was best not said, but i say it anyway, then i say it again. they took a little look at my brain, they come to find, all is sane. they took a little look at my heart, they found a prince living behind bars. how’d i ever get so off my rocks ? how’d i ever get so lost ? everybody out there on the job, but not me. how’d i ever get so indiscreet, how’d i ever get so freakly ? EVERYBODY OUT THERE ON A LEASH-but not me. ( draco. twd / apocalyptic oc. the saviors. )
A hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around the back of Lorraine’s shirt and TUGS. Well, nothing about that was subtle or even genuinely considerate. Isn’t that the thing about fear? It makes a person pushy. They either conquer it or let it overwhelm them. Good thing you’re dealing with a survivor, Lorraine. She conquers it. Currently, she’s just worried about her counterpart.
“Don’t —–” She starts before she realizes that sounding demanding isn’t really an answer. Ripley clears her throat. “It’s an egg and it’s home to a nasty little creature. Just please don’t get too close.” A pause.
“Actually, we should go.”
it’s rather aggravating to be trapped in spell of stupor. lorraine wanted to understand this element, something out of reach in terms of supernatural. the hand that brushed against broken glass is far from harmless- it was a cage for something meant to remain inside.
❝ go?- go where? ❞ the drops of hesitation is what puts fear inside a woman mean to withstand god’s monsters. all she sees is a mortified face, a mind stuck in paralysis from the unknown.
❝ when i was a child, i was thrilled to read zombie related books. now- i think i’d set it on fire if i saw one. ❞ the group has passed several libraries on their journeys & oddly enough, lorraine just walks past unamused.
& @erravii halloween / horror starter.
in no mood for rude anons so, i’ll be on my dude @erudiire
❝ bedelia. please tell me the blood on your lips is fake. ❞ plenty of costumes play off of the horrors of cannibalism, or virulent zombies- but lorraine knew this woman was sinister to the core. with a pause, small prickles run up and down her own spine.
& @certiorarias halloween / horror things.
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❛ leave it to the school system to promote a play that LITERALLY —– killed someone. ❜ her head shook, eyes narrowing slightly at the thought. she was surprised parents weren’t making more noise about the context of such a play..
gray eyes glance around, her mind on HIGH ALERT at the sheer possibility of something looming in the halls of the school. ❛ might take another TRAGEDY to get them to understand not the fuck with this type of thing…. ❜ not that the young brunette wanted to witness the death of a classmate; quite the opposite. but going around screaming GHOST never worked out well for aspen in the past.
❝ it’s kind of expected though. especially around october and november. i mean- december, for the most part is outlined in glitter and angels. ❞ she could almost hear the never-ending annoying holiday music now. her parents despised halloween and anything pertaining to the dead but lorraine loved it.
she moves around in fluorescent light, avoiding the prop that would be used as the noose. second sight sees a variant of colors in which the normal eye cannot see & this rope had a dark blue hue swarming it’s fibers.
he nods as she speaks , words and nerves tumbling off of her tongue in equal parts , eyes dark with fatigue carefully tracking the sweeping movements of her hands . insincerity colours the majority of his interactions but the way that his brow furrows at her suggestion is AUTOMATIC . REFLEXIVE . too quick to be anything but genuine . “ you’re not going as yourself , lorraine . ”
❝ well why not? because it’d be boring ? ❞ more like, no one would really understand the outfit without an elongated explanation. eyes close to hide from what words that will still from his tongue.
“For someone that needs company, I always have time,” Steve replied softly, easily taking the seat next to the medium. “Is everything okay? I’m serious… if there is anything that I can do to help you, please… don’t hesitate to ask.”
❝ funny. i expected a different answer. you’re a pretty big icon for this country. ❞ or busy. she r e m e m b e r s watching the headlining news once he resurfaced in new york. a hero frozen in time.
“I have come to see your museum. Such horrors you have it’s a wonder I haven’t visited you sooner” but he was no ghost or ghoul. He was the Devil. The very thing that supposedly gave her employment. “Where is your husband?” He doesn’t like Ed. Finds him useless. Lorraine is the one with the true power. Ed is- a leech. “I don’t want him included on the tour. Come now. Up. The snow will be here when you return. I want to see the strange little doll with one of my demons inside of it. Perhaps I’ll even tell you how to keep these things kept, better. You’ve got a child in the house. No nightmares for her” he clears his throat and waits.
she’s skeptical to answer a stranger within her sanctuary. the moment pauses as lorraine glaces over her shoulder to pair this voice with a face. various flickers of darkness follow this person, something that those with second sight can see. ( where is edward? it’s getting late- )
❝ how did you know . . ❞ gracefully, she guides this mysterious man towards a door with multiple locks in which only lorraine and ed hold the keys. hands fumble while replaying his words pertaining to judy and the doll of annabelle higgins. nonetheless, fingers pry open her personal door of sinister collections.
❛ yeah, it’s uh, not SCARY at all. ❛ what a l i a r — he, admittedly, found it both fascinating && petrifying that she brought him to a haunted house, && not a fake one, either. albeit catching a mere GLIMPSE of her smile manages to put him at ease, && an arm outstretches, digits intertwining within her own. but by no means was it due to him being CHILLED to the bone. ❛ i’m GOOD. ❛
❝ you’ll be okay. i swear. ❞ his had was so warm within hers, and this made her morale rise. lorraine had to be brave. ghosts feed off of linked emotions, there was no room to offer herself as bait to something inhuman. not to mention, zack would freak out if a fainting episode happens. ❝ we can leave if it’s too much . . ❞
I never healed I just learnt to carry the burden
