the doorman, though
of a lesser evil.
works alongside doorman,
though their relationship is
simply professional. the caretaker
rarely speaks to the doorman
unless their task specifically calls
for it.
they/them pronouns and non-binary.
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enjoying* yourself? you
could get yourself killed.
you know what some
of the folk here do.
( they can't help but
worry — how would
the baroness react
if he died? )
musn't you wait when
it's safer?
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I am simply enjoying myself a little. Once I’m done I’ll return to that disguise of mine. I don’t know why you care , “friend.” Whatever I do has never been your concern .
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" i reassure, i am
nothing akin to my
coworker. he is
more.. complex
than me, i would
say. " they step forward,
a hand raised slightly
to show they mean
no harm. " i am
a simple caretaker.
that is all. nothing
else, nothing more. "
A frown, their gaze now trailing towards the pitch black dominant arm. The pinkette's fingers lazily curl, feeling the throbbing sensation that came with the strangers proximity. A sigh.
“ Same smile, same demeanor. I feel you can connect some dots. ”
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( green eyes squint,
poking an accusatory
finger on his chest. )
you will be the reason
we will get *caught*.
many already suspect
we are one in the
same and unlike a
certain other being
i know, i can hide it
better. ( a scoff. )
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the caretakers head
tilts ever so slightly
more, green eyes
gazing directly at
the other. continuing
to smile.
" i musn't know what
you mean by that. "
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Orbs narrow, digits tapping on the brittle hilt of one of their blades.
Thought, another groan comes soon after.
“ You give me. . .that same eerie feeling as him. ”
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dead dove, do not
eat. you have been
warned.
trigger warnings
for the following;
- body horror
- written gore
- blood
- violence
- manipulation
- and other similar themes