“You kept me waiting.” Slackers get no cookies.
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he is undeniably GIDDY at the look of shock in those wild eyes. he hasn’t seen such a REACTION to his presence in so long, though it never fails to send a THRILL directly up his spine. he is not particularly INCLINED to answer the question in a direct way —— the truth of what he is being a complicated, MESSY thing to explain, and there being so many other and more intriguing matters on the roster for DISCUSSION that evening. they’d almost assuredly get around to the NATURE of his existence.soon enough without destroying all the MYSTERY in one fell swoop. a smile tugs up at the corners of his lips ever so slightly as arms link across his chest, PROUD, smug little beast that he is. ‘ who, what are you?’
❝ HELPFUL. ❞ he strolls lazily around the room, BASKING in the show he is creating for himself and examining everything as though he has not seen it a HUNDRED times before. he never has this opportunity, the chance to be in a position of POWER. there’s scarcely been occupants in the home at all in several YEARS, let alone anyone with this much potential to be so much FUN. slow footfalls bring him back to face the wide-eyed other. ❝ it’s quite an OPERATION you’re running here, man. some real FIGHT CLUB shit.❞
Helpful? Both confused and intrigued by the youthful arrogance of the other, brows will pull together in a contemplative manner. There is no part of him that feels collected, though he doesn’t show this so much on the outside, projecting a rather still, fixed attention on his company. Strangely enough, he does not inspire a threatening feeling inside of our motivated leader-- but we suppose that since he’s come face-to-face with Charles Manson in his day dreams, it wouldn’t be so far out there to believe this boy means to serve a purpose to him, as well. Charles encouraged him to identify the Judas. To find the one rebel amongst the loyal sheep that would turn their back the moment things felt too heavy upon their shoulders. Ally was that rebel. And now? She’s lying in a ditch somewhere, beneath the Michigan earth, where you would have to search miles upon miles to collect every piece of her.
There’s something irreparably dark lurking in the gaze of his company, something that whispers the possibiity of him being capable of the same heinous crimes. In light of this, Kai will openly welcome this interaction for what it is instead of letting himself become jarred by it, and not attempt to decipher reality from delusion; instead, his ears are open, just as they were to Charles. A wicked, little something is widening his grin, a closed mouth now standing deceptively dimpled while his nerves begin to settle. For what better way is there to get through to a madman, than to openly admire a narcissist’s work? “It’s easy to get people to believe in you, when you already believe in yourself.” With an inquisitive set of fathomless eyes, he’ll observe the ease of the other. His relaxed, comfortable mannerisms. Acts like the owns the place, really. “Sheep need a little push. And I’m confident that you aren’t one of those.”
Anonymous asked:
Sorry it was for muse. Sorry darling.
“That means I’ve already possessed you. You’ve welcomed your divine ruler to invade that prone and pleading mind.. I will fill it wisdom and desire. Make you feel again, when other men have made you feel worthless and invisible. You feel me in your gut, taste my mouth, hear my demands..and from miles away, under another man. Don’t you see where you truly belong?”
Winter leans into his touch, her head nodding in agreement, her hand squeezing his. "I suppose that is true...loneliness causes even the strongest to crumble." she pauses, offering a thoughtful hum, "he was the one who drilled into his victims skulls right?" eyes shift back to Kai as she offers a soft chuckle, "That's pretty wicked if you ask me."
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt that. Alone. Whenever I was by myself, there was still always something to focus on. To accomplish.” A short pause will preface the squeeze of her hand, studying the little twitches and mannerisms of Dahmer giving his interview. And in response to her? A wildly amused, flirtatious expression, dressing feline features as his gaze finally lifts up to her. “It is. And that’s exactly what he did.. Fucking drilled holes.. Poured acid into them.” With a little more pizzazz, enthusiasm cracks his low, baritone timbre. “Was convinced it would turn them into zombies, and that they’d stay with him forever.” With his free hand miming a gun, he’ll lift fingertips to her temple. “Just like that.”
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I can’t stop thinking about you. Even when I’m fucking someone else you’re all I can think about.
//Please tell me if this is for the mun or the muse, because…reasons.
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There is nothing more dangerous in this world than a humiliated man.
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“i DRINK because your hair looks like BLUE S H I T !!!”
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“What deep seeded issues do you have that HAIR drives you to drink?” No, really..he wants to know. “..excuse you, it’s fucking cerulean, you bottom feeder.”
“How many virgins would I have to sacrifice for the Divine Ruler to show me my place under a man..?”
“One for every day that you’ve known and loved me. Leave their limbs scattered at my feet.”
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@thesilvertcngued LIKED FOR A STARTER ✖
there had been times when his existence in that house had felt endless. times when he could scarcely count the YEARS he’d lingered on inside those walls without a single goddamned thing ever really HAPPENING.
the PASSAGE of time was of course inevitable. families moved in. squatters settled. people DIED. many of them by his own hand, even —— but with every year that crawled by and brought the boy FURTHER from his mortal existence, it became difficult to discern when or if anything NEW would ever happen again.
and then, all at once, it DID.
the energy was PALPABLE and electric throughout the once dormant house, new life breathed into what had become an UNEASY silence. the spirits trapped within the walls ranged from FRIGHTENED to INSPIRED, and for one towheaded malicious spirit, there was no question which end of the spectrum he fell on.
he had watched for weeks as the numbers flooded in, ANGRY incendiary young men who gathered like moths around the FLAME of the most disturbed mind the house had managed to draw in since tate HIMSELF had been lured back. most would have found it disturbing.
—— the forever-young boy, on the other hand, was DELIGHTED.
his name was shouted through the walls like a battle cry as the group prepared for something they eloquently referred to as the NIGHT OF A THOUSAND TATES. he did his damndest not to be offended when he failed to hear himself mentioned even ONCE —— were school shootings and suicide by SWAT really that played out in the twenty first century? —— but his intrigue was unquestionably PIQUED.
it was almost enough to make him want to APPEAR, make himself tangible in front of the leader of this group.
and after hearing what he had HEARD —— a little bird tweeting FAR too loudly —— how could he resist?
it was time to come out of the shadows.
it was time to PLAY.
and what better or more silver screen perfect way to do so than to find the azure haired man on his own and enter stage left with an UNCEREMONIOUS:
❝ —— BOO? ❞
After the events that took place in his hometown, there was no doubt that he and the recruits needed to pack up and relocate. Ally had proven to be an unreliable, fucking snake-- and admittedly, she had his majesty fooled with those dolly-eyes. He’d known her as a woman crippled by countless phobias, not realizing that his terrorizing had tempted her to grow a fucking backbone. Brazen is she, the lamb, whose ascension into bravery had cost her a death by slaughter. Bravery, stupidity, all the same. And now, the movement has begun to find it’s ground on the west coast, reaching out and appealing to the masses with it’s bold message and charismatic leader, who is all too elated to preach his demented genius upon the sheep that gather to listen.
The place was completely furnished and hardly without a trace of dust when they arrived, which may be suspicious to most, but given the trend of short-lived occupancy that the house’s history had, it didn’t seem all that strange to Kai. In fact, it seemed to be the perfect upgrade that would provide a safe and private space for his proud boys. Sure, there was a history there, but we cannot say that deterred his decision. It was a step up on the front of luxury and decor, for certain, and there was something about it that our divine leader had connected to; something inexplicable, of sorts..as he is entirely ignorant to the reality that spirits walk this earth. Dwell in that house. Feed on negative energy. Doesn’t know why that blonde woman next door looked at him so funny, either.
Thanks to those little, white pills that he chews up like fucking candy, he’s experienced more than his own share of delusions, that of which include men whom he’s read about and admired for their tactful approach to leadership among the weak. Charles Mason, being one. Because of these hallucinations, it may prove to be difficult to show our leader that there is a realm beyond his own that exists.. But we can count on one of them to try.
The bitter, white dust is gritted between teeth without a flinch, swallowed down with an ease that comes with practice. Chest is puffed like that of a peacock as he ascends those stairs, riding off the visceral high of men chanting for his cause. For the night they’ve all been planning for. It was nearly upon them, and both the adrenaline and tension were spiking on the shoulders of his majesty, jarred with genuine shock when he hears that voice come from behind him. No one was ever able to sneak up on Kai. Was this the ghost of his past, reflecting it’s broken heart? Features are too alike to not be, he thinks. A fathomless gaze will stay fixed and wide, jaw clenching with the belief that his senses deceive him, still. “Who.. What are you?”
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