peaceful sleep was inadequate for the profane receptacle that was the dark urge, so much so that it rewarded his negligence in spilling blood with a spasm and choler fermenting in the pit of his stomach⎯⎯⎯ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚.
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@carnidus face to the body and back.
⠀this is a murder , 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲. . . ⠀yet it looks like he feels no satisfaction about it————— only a hollow stare. Whether he’s a killer or witness , she cannot tell.
among the trees. his pale, unreadable gaze met the silver's. the pause was uneasy, endless. “...leave,” his hand trembled, hoping she couldn't see; 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. “...i won't say it twice.” what if
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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌. the bloody-minded urge churns in his marrow, contained by an increasingly thin will. the otherworldly command disturbing him enough to make his eardrums pound. suddenly, zaros'
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consciousness is woven in and out of, and as his cerebral sulci part to reveal a retained memory, the words emerge from the darkness of his recent amnesia, from someone who says: “precious fledgling, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.”
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the dark urge's obsessions, usually foul, find no feast here. no, his focus hooks on the ceruleans: there are no grotesque dreams of plunging into the orbital cavities, and instead, his impulses did not 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓.
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fabric is noted 𖬺͟ a small nod serves as thanks .
Though the same curious eyes soon peer back up at looming company . ⠀⠀𝘈 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 ׅ𖤠
Squint voices unspoken ;
⠀⠀ ⸝͟𝑊ℎ𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ׅ𖤠⸝͟⠀
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in all of zaros's amnesic and death-dealing existence, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 a hand had not moved to commit irreversible damage. such unpredictability caused his nostrils to flare; the only thing that altered his glacial face.
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no detail would escape the rotten one's notice⎯⎯⎯ the dropping ears, the discoloration under the eyes, and the golden gaze settled upon the diary entry he had opened. marquette was sweet. 𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕, as the unspeakable
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+ and lifted his gaze from his journal. the light cantrip cast on a pendant around his neck dimmed.
he smiled at the other. nodding just a little. "I hope I didn't disrupt you."
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thing within zaros compelled him to think. but that wasn't what he thought. something icy stirred in the dark urge's throat. “...you have not.” eventually, he stepped forward and stopped before the man. “... you have something on your mind.”
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