Alexander Emerson

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦! A patient of Omega Manor. Part of #MacabreLustRPG. By April.

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ!

descriptive / literate
dark themes present
part of #MacabreLustRPG

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[˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐎𝐍. @ForlornPast]

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ʀᴛ | ♡ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴏᴛ.

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

God... Did he really just break that other patient’s nose? What’s wrong with him...

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@ADesperateDoc stares to the side, a soft blush covering his face.

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

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[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@ADesperateDoc The entire time, Alex looks less than pleased. He’s not sick. He’s fine. He wants to go home.

The look he gives the doctor when she holds the thermometer up to his mouth is downright agitated. He looks disgruntled.

Huffing, the young man opens his mouth and looks away. He—

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@SaintlySlayer a moment or two, his eyes narrow and he looks back at her with that same flustered annoyance. Fine, he thinks, we’ll just have a damned staring contest!

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“You’ve been staring at me for ten minutes now. What do you want? I don’t care for conversation, and I’m not friendly.”

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@SaintlySlayer Alex stares in bewilderment for a moment. Her piercing blue eyes are bothering him. He doesn’t like the way they stare straight into him. He doesn’t like the way they make him feel.

“That’s.... Nice,” Alex mutters, shaking his head. He turns his face away from her, but after—

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@OfTaintedVeins fall asleep.

His dreams are just as tainted as his blood, but Alex will chalk that up to being in a new place when he wakes up in the morning. He doesn’t realize.

The drug is already unraveling his psyche.

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Distrust. The eyes that stare back at Seb stare with uneasiness. Alex is closed off, and very obviously not agreeable to this therapy session or any other. His mouth is pressed in a thin frown and he doesn’t say a word. There’s no trust.

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@OfTaintedVeins laid on his side, staring at the wall as he thought of it.

He’d see the doctor again tomorrow. Something about it filled him with dread and... excitement? Alex couldn’t tell why, and he blamed it on the drug still invading his system.

It took some time for him to finally—

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

Oh, for fucks sake!

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@OfTaintedVeins out? Get it together, Emerson!

“I doubt I’ll need anything.” He sighs, giving the man another nod before striding into the cell. Paper being neatly folded by slender fingers.

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@OfTaintedVeins less.

He hesitates before reaching out and taking it. Glancing briefly over the slip, at the handwriting, at the words. His dark eyes lift back to Sebastian.

“I... Ah, thank you. I’ll be sure to... If I need, but...”

What’s wrong with him? Why can’t he get a full sentence—

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@OfTaintedVeins it was, Alex wanted to cling to it.

As they neared his cell, Alex slowed down. Staring inside for a moment, he glances at Sebastian.

“I... suppose I’ll see you tomorrow evening, then.”

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@OfTaintedVeins It is a little awkward, but something about Sebastian’s presence really is reassuring to Alex, and he wonders what it could be. Perhaps that awkward gentleness left the possibility of other intentions out of the equation.

Perhaps Alex senses something genuine in him. Whatever—

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“I only did what I did because I saw that the police were not doing an efficient job. That’s all. If they had just went in to stop the dealings themselves, I wouldn’t have had to.”

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@OfTaintedVeins I don’t want the drug.”

It had taken so much from him already. “The police just wanted an excuse to get rid of me.” He scowls.

[Alexander Emerson @redeemedfcllen]

@OfTaintedVeins drug. Alex had felt the drug in his system—still feels it running through his veins—but he has no want for it.

Yet.

“I’d like to go home,” Alex retorts. “I shouldn’t be here...”

Why could no one else see that? Why did they think he was an addict, too?

“I’m not like them,—