𝕵ekyll

'lo and behold, the 𝐥𝐚𝗺𝐛 who feasts 𝐛𝐥𝗼𝗼𝐝!

[𝕵ekyll @hellsplutter]

https://t.co/k7sTkILbyU

[𝕵ekyll @hellsplutter]

(Who knows, though, maybe this skin will one day finally wither and fall upon the ground like autumn dry leaves.

When that happen, he will be at peace, for his exterior no longer mismatch his propriety; that he is, indeed, a corpse forced to breathe.)

[𝕵ekyll @hellsplutter]

Slumbered and awoken for a second chance.

(Then again, he is not unaccustomed to second chances.)

[𝕵ekyll @hellsplutter]

In the midst of night, it so appears that the undead does unrest only when the sun already set. After all, the body might not decay, but the soul knows not to appear when the light of the day still shine itself on the skin of the one who should already be six feet under.

[𝕵ekyll @hellsplutter]

@deficitant (—no one knows the fact that this is his favorite book, for it was a secret he kept to himself, when he was alone on his bed with a candle lit beside him—)

"𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸?"

(—except for 𝘩𝘪𝘮.)

[𝕵ekyll @hellsplutter]

@deficitant "The book? Oh,"

(The book was a favorite of his. It was meant to be an anchor, to remind him of 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 before it was stolen from him—)

"it must have fell out my bag, silly me! Thank you for noticing. But, if I may, humor me for awhile and tell me,"

[...]

[𝕵ekyll @hellsplutter]

@deficitant 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

He knows it. It is 𝘩𝘪𝘴.

𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

He turns around, facing the owner of this voice. And—

[𝕵ekyll @hellsplutter]

@deficitant 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

He would never forget this. He dreams of this voice, he dreams 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 this voice.

[...]

[𝕵ekyll @hellsplutter]

. . .i awＯ%∆ｋｅｅｅ???!!!ｍaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA