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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 4:47 pm
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Harvard took her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers. He knew she didn't necessarily want to do this, but he hoped it would make her more comfortable with the thing that lived in her head. Caroline had already had so many troubles with the monsters around her; he didn't like the thought of another, unknown, just camping out.
"I don't think things that come from you are bad, even creepy monsters." There was a joking tone to his voice, but he was serious as he pulled her along to the labs. Once there, he informed the technician, who boredly made a note of it. "Caroline, do you want to go first, or me?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 03, 2016 5:33 pm
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"Okay, I'll go first." He raised their hands so he could kiss her knuckles before disentangling himself from her. "Alright, do the thing," he said to the technician, who looked bored out of his ******** mind.
Some minutes later, Harvard shook his head, finding it surprisingly empty without the weight of Miserere inside. He felt dizzy, different, almost bereft, but not quite. It was hard to focus, but Harvard was sure that would clear. As if from far away, he heard a melodious hum, like the soft sigh of a choir. There was an odd clicking sound, as well. Brows furrowing, Harvard turned to see what Miserere looked like.
Will i complete the mystery of my flesh
It said, delightedly, clicking together what could only be described as a praying mantis' forelegs. Everything about Miserere was silver and white fire and sharp. It had taken an angular shape, feminine though, with full breasts and a slim waist. Miserere's skin was silver and had a soft sheen; it's mouth was angular and as it spoke, Harvard saw an impossible amount of teeth and a otngue of white fire to match the white fire in it's eyes. All in all, it was nothing like he'd expected.
"Uh," he said, ingeniously. Miserere swayed over to them, looking Harvard up and down and then looking at Caroline.
your eyes have their silence: Miserere said, oddly fond in its multitude of voices.
"Your turn?" Harvard said faintly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 04, 2016 2:02 pm
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Of course it wasn't a kitten. Of course he had a monster too. Caroline tried to smile, strained and painful, but it looked exactly that. She tried to accept what sounded like a compliment, but it felt like her heart leapt into her throat, forcing out a hah at an embarrassingly loud volume instead of any gratitude.
"Okay. Okay, god, just--get it out." She flung her weapon totem towards the attendant, shaking her hands off like she'd touched something disgusting. "Get it out--"
The tech seemed entirely over this, but 'it' was indeed out of her head a moment later, as she'd demanded.
Silence from the other inhabitant of her head was standard, but the absence was otherwise almost euphoric. No pressure, no feeling of it watching and grinning as it soaked up her secrets. She'd closed her eyes from the relief, her expression bittersweet in its contentment as she lingered in her freedom.
But that only lasted until she opened her eyes again and saw what was in front of ********." To her credit, she tried to stifle the shout, but didn't manage to clamp her hands over her mouth until she was halfway through the last letter. She stumbled backwards until she collided with Harvard, and moved her hands to hide the rest of her face instead. The black, empty eyes, the smile that split its face in two, the feeling that she could swear it bled shadows onto everything - all familiar in all the ways she didn't want it to be.
"Oh, mother," he crooned, his stance a mockingly prim and proper posture for the duration of the word. "How rude of you."
His eyes (rather, the two pinpricks of red in the deep shadows where his eyes should be) passed over Harvard, just long enough for a knowing smile, before settling on Miserere.
"You are more frightfully extraordinary than I could've imagined. And such lovely teeth. A pleasure," he greeted her, paired with an overly-toothy, wolfish smile.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2016 2:55 pm
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Miserere stood and watched Harvard and Caroline and the other with blazing white eyes. Caroline was afraid of them, they could tell, but that was only natural, wasn't it? Monstrous forms often contain monsters, they wanted to saw, but could not even fully form the thought, bound by the constraints of their own silver tongue. The thing that burst forth from Caroline - burst was the incorrect word, Miserere knew - was strange and dark where they were silver.
Harvard's hand caught around Caroline's hips as she tumbled into him. He tried to hold her steady, moving his head forward to prop his chin on her shoulder. "Caroline, it's okay. I see it, too, and boy is it being a d**k." His thumbs moved in small circles against her skin.
Miserere blinked. "gloats upon Her stunning flesh," they said. And the Her was not Miserere. And the he was not Harvard.
"—but the lunge of Her hunger softly flung over the gasping shores leaves his smile wan, and his blood stopped"
Miserere met the shadow's smile with something toothy of their own, something like white fire licking at the corners of their mouth. It was not correct, Miserere thought, to be so cruel to their host.
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