𝑅𝑦𝑑𝑒𝑟.

『✠』 ┍𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴏʀɴ┚ ⁂⇢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪʀɪᴜᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs #ᴄᴀʀᴏʟɪɴᴀ —ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍʟᴇss ᴏᴄ +𝟷𝟾

- - And he really was finding it difficult to blow up what had become relatively normal to him. With a snort because for once this was actually so difficult he slammed back the bottle in his hand once more. “Would you believe me if I told you /* 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥*/ ?

“Isn’t journalism your thing? Aren’t you supposed to be next level nosey?” As difficult as this was~ well he still couldn’t help but to tease her. It was just habit even after he’d been gone for so long. It had become a small semblance of ( 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 ) in his life. - -

Whatever she usually doesn’t have anything in her fridge because she’s always eating at his place.

━━━━ 🐾 ━━━━

- - they were nosey as shit. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. You never questioned any of the disappearances just kind of went with it.”

- - puppet to live out some sick and twisted fantasy of freedom. Hell she was smart there was no doubt she knew he was a fuckin liar. Or at least a partial one. But it wasn’t like she had pushed for those answers either… which for a journalist was kinda off the mark. Usually- -

- - spooky and unusual. It didn’t change a damn thing. The truth would melt her brain for sure. It wasn’t like there was a handbook on how to tell people you were a soulless creature from hell and you just happened to be inhabiting a dead fellow using him as a marionette - -

- - come back. Most people; and other beings just disappeared entirely. Or died and went which ever direction that they were headed. So he needed this to blow up fast so that he could get out of dodge. There was no way it would go any other way even if she was fond of the - -

Missing a ( 𝐥𝐢𝐞 )— how very human. He was trying so very hard to be detached from the whole conversation. It was just easier on him that way. He tried to pretend that it didn’t mean a damn thing that she had moved into the cabin, that she had waited around for him to - -

Most of the time she doesn’t. He’s seen her munch on his munchie food. Exactly so she can’t be mad.

I’m staying

🐾👻

- - in fact.”

- - can finally get you out of my head. Was the remainder of what he refused to say. “You know those monsters you’re so fond of… well they do exist and are a whole lot closer than you think. Under your feet apparently where they aren’t supposed to be in the first place - -

- - in the fridge for him and decided this was a drink out of the damn bottle itself kind of conversation. It was the only way he could keep his emotions on the neutral side of things otherwise he’d probably fall apart. “I suppose it’s time I told you the truth—“ So that I - -

- - pushed with her line of questioning, despite being a nosy supernatural journalist. She’s seemed genuinely happy to have him back, and well he couldn’t have that. Attempting to push all of these infuriating emotions down he grabbed the whiskey that she intentionally kept - -

- - spring he’d deal with the intensity of the heat. Unlocking the door he’d managed to scare the hell out of Trinette, who was just as flighty as he was. Perhaps that was what he ( * 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 *) most about her. She didn’t seem to expect more than he could give and never - -

- - to the cabin he pulled out his key. It was still the warmth of the summer months. He’d been in hell so long he’d missed all the cold days he enjoyed and all the mild spring days. He despised summer with every fiber of his being. But to enjoy the winter, fall and - -