there was a change now . her eyes , previously closed , now were open . staring blankly ahead , though he could likely sense that she somehow was aware .
he tries to get back to his work, but he keeps looking up at the statue. he accidentally gives himself a paper cut because he isnβt paying attention. he brings his finger to his lips to stop the bleeding.
https://t.co/VtQGIoBQaQ
οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈ οΈi will be making a backrooms oc too btw . im seeing it Sunday π€
no more movement is detected . her face is serene as usual . however there is a light , whispery voice that echoes in his head . it is so quiet it almost could be mistaken for imagination . βdo be careful .β
there is the slightest , almost imperceptible shift from her as he nearly falls . a minute rising of a pale hand from her thigh , before settling . it was as if she meant to prevent him from falling .
one pen , continues to evade his reach β rolling , rolling , rolling until it stops at the foot of the statuesque vampire queen . the marble like entity as silent as ever , though the air around her seems to buzz with life .
βoh but that soul of yours still thrums the same . no amount of time could alter that .β she mused , her gaze drinking in his appearance .
βthis stage you speak of . . . does it bring you joy ?β
βΊ made into a star.
Overhead, and far about are billboards that propagate π―he π±ampire Lestat.
Mystique, appeal β rapturous music beguiling worship of their kind with Lestat himself, as the focal.
βI traded my violin for a microphone. The earth, for a stage.β
βah , i appreciate you .β she replied sincerely , a fanged smile punctuating her words . βi would also like for your input on styling . . . i do wish to somewhat blend in , at times , with the fashions of today .β