𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒.

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[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

https://t.co/fS92Gurrsl

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem bemused beast swaying on his feet, pulling back when he's met with this much resistance. no shif in his bone face; underneath, brows knit together, as if puzzled.

"this close to death, there ain't no point in letting it live."

[𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝓟𝐀𝐑𝐊 @ferrumautem]

@rubberandhooks

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

no room for remorse; no patience for mercy. you were condemned from the moment She chose you. fate like livestock.

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem these reflections are lost on his monster; iron-hearted beast built to find weakness at the helm of suffering.

repelled by his hesitance. repulsed. he reaches for the carcass with all the grace of something wicked.

"then I'll make it mine."

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem mangled into this sick submission makes his jaw tense.

"why haven't you finished it?"

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem "it's dyin'."

hard to peel apart his tone. it's close enough to disdain-- cruel enough to be disgust. wet earth laps at the knees of his coveralls as he sinks to the spot beside Jake.

his stomach churns. it's Her creation; all things are. to see it in this state, to see it

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

heavy and silent.

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem mountain whose face is carved from bone. the moon lights him from behind-- it traces every savage coil of metal and exposed skin, lining him in silver.

heavy animal exhale; eyes fixed on the bird.

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem apparition in the dark. he materializes from the ether, silent and looking. apex predator with his eyes cast downward, though Jake forfeited his link in the food chain long ago.

sniffed out the weakness, or maybe heard its cry. either way, night delivers him here: a scowling

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem Silent audience, boots sinking in the earth. Spectator of a crime as black as sin; the ultimate evil-- destruction of his craft.

Instinct tells him to swing, and sever the hands and the gall that drives them. He doesn't. And waits for the rage to make way for intrigue.

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem no place better.

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem can always be fixed. the home can't reject his skilled hands; can't coldly turn away from his right to repair it. it has no choice.

he follows him out but quits his path halfway through. the outdoors swallows him as he shoulders his way through the manor's mouth.

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem takes him a while but he finds his way. swaying. shoulder to the wall, his thick hands feeling through the dark. different kind of predator tonight-- hindered, sloppy. relying on bulk and dumb luck.

doorknob. fist; cold like bone, covered in dust that never lifts. --

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem splinters in his fists. wood that'll scar itself over later-- forget the wounds he's left in the way Park can't. won't. doesn't matter.

shouldn't matter.

work. work needs done. the outside offers him the same thing it always does. the infinite distraction. one thing that--

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@sainticide @ferrumautem

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem torn up.

"c'mon now. get this on ya."

and it's pressed into the counter next to him. expectant.

"...old girl upstairs— she's sweet on me. whatever you want, I can get it. whatever it is. easy as that."

[𝐂 𝐇 𝐔 𝐂 𝐊 𝐋 𝐄 𝐒. @rubberandhooks]

@ferrumautem chips his father did and wonders if he too felt this hopeless; felt the crushing sense of humiliation to beg a lesser creature for its forgiveness.

he opens the ice-box for the second time today and bends a cloth around the cold. he offers it to him. a white flag. one of many--