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brows furrow in response to their demeanour . similar to his own ; it warrants a look of sympathy . only someone wracked with horrors had that look in their eyes , he knew it too well . . . " are you alright ? "
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when he turned around, they’re quick to cower 𖬺̲ back away———mute, weak——𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓎. hazel-debased moss averts quickly, specifically the ground——traumatized. “. . . hi.”
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the feeling of being stared at prompts him to look up and meet eyes with the other , demeanour immediately changing to that of nervousness upon seeing their approach . he was often skittish around strangers
" hello . . . "
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elsewhere . eventually he does manage to pry his eyes away from the malevolent being , making eye contact with dale
⠀⠀⠀〝 why does . . your friend want to know ? 〞
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𝒉is breathing becomes rapid , soon to turn into hyperventilation , eyes remaining fixated on the figure behind the dollmaker . hands now gripped to the edge of the armchair , knuckles white and nails digging into it's fabric . he was ⤸
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Curiouser and curiouser...
Despite his uncanny connection to the dark; Dale is blissfully unaware of the entity that walks beside him. He is far too focused on the trembling man before him — enamoured by the beautiful torment that glistens in his eyes and bleeds (+)
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terrified . . . but not of dale , that was obvious since he wasn't looking at him even as he invaded his personal space . even when the other spoke it was as though elijah hadn't really heard him . speech muffled entirely , focus ⤸
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