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super massive black hole | violet escapes?
Jul 9, 2019 15:45:38 GMT -5
Post by [ retro gm ] angel lí ✨ on Jul 9, 2019 15:45:38 GMT -5
when i walk in the room
i think about leaving
something in the air, something in the air
s o m e t h i n g i n t h e a i r
i think about leaving
something in the air, something in the air
s o m e t h i n g i n t h e a i r
There was something strangely comforting about hiding underneath the kitchen table.
Perhaps it was the memory of her finding her first set of documents in their initial challenge - the delight on Beryl's face, the success she had felt, the knowledge that she wasn't completely useless.
Or maybe it was the idea of this being an ideal hiding spot for her cat Baxter - Baxter, shit - "if those fuckers touch him I swear-" she whisper-shrieked, bottom lip trembling.
No, Indigo would save him. Right? Indigo liked Baxter. So did Fiora. And Amrin, even, right?
A place they once all sat in, now deathly silent. Deathly empty. Violet shook furiously, hands white-hot and wrapped around the knife she had borrowed from the drawer - a long sharp one Indigo had used to cut up a roast chicken once. It was a silly thing to think, but Violet almost felt powerful with it clutched in her grip. Like she had a fighting chance.
Maybe this was just a prank. Was it her birthday soon? She didn't know. Her mind had gotten sharper since arriving at the mansion but this had spun her way out of orbit, tumbling meaninglessly through space without a shred of gravity to pull her back down to earth. On and on and on her mind spun, tracing the ground with her fingertips. Loop de loop de loop de loop de-
"What the hell...?"
A trap door creaked open, black-hole to another universe. Violet didn't think twice - surely if she stepped in she'd find grou-
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
and she fell, hands still clutched around the knife, but toward what exactly - she had no clue.
Better to die an idiot than die a victim, she supposed.
picking on me
like a four leaf clover
bleeding through the walls
bleeding through the walls
t h r o u g h t h e w a l l s
like a four leaf clover
bleeding through the walls
bleeding through the walls
t h r o u g h t h e w a l l s
table by griffin | terror jr lyrics
