ah.
well, he's not surprised. there's only so long he can really keep that quiet, given the truth of what it was. he swallows the rest of his whiskey in one drink and sets the glass down.
" no. he's not a ghost, and he's not dead. he's, ah.... more like a shadow. +
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between them. “i feared the ghost in the beginning. he haunts you. i know his name from watching you sleep.” she steps closer, feeling like she’s at the altar of a god when near him.
“tell me about 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒂𝒍.”
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evangeline doesn’t move despite his approval. she watches 𖬺 waits. like she’s relearning an abandoned routine. a brief moment before her hands are sacrificed, pulling a cabinet completely off its hinge.
“we. don’t. hide. things.”
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matthew watches him briefly
to get some idea on what he
is exactly working on ˏㅤkeepin`
his space .
switching his attention ˏ
he examines it properly .
ʺ ...ㅤit`s not terrible ˏ
but your coolant hose
is startin` to crack a
little here . ʺ
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He's leaning in the doorframe with a glass of whiskey in hand, unblinking. If he's bothered by the destruction, it doesn't show. He tilts his head, a smile playing on his lips.
"Keep going."
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rage. untamed 𖬺 raw. her hands shredded the wood on cabinets, some off their hinges. the storm inside her roared, 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 everything.
a pause. she turned. @expertempathy stood in the doorway, watching. 𖬺 that was enough.
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will pauses, raising a hand to push unruly curls out of his eyes, slicked with sweat. there's a coolness to the night around them, but it does nothing to cool the heat on his skin from the twisting nightmares in his head, the shadows that cling to the edges of his vision. he +
+ dripping through the trees. in the shadows, the land stretches out before them, appearing something wild and untamed, something uknown -- like anything in the world could linger in those shadows beyond them. " i don't know that either of us will ever fully move beyond your +