⋆⭒˚.⋆—— 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊.

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"Asking an Irishman if he'd have a drink? Like asking a human if they need air." A hand found the blond's shoulder. "Like a vampire needs blood." His voice holds an unworldly echo with his words, letting the sound bounce off their surroundings. "I have to admit." ++

♡.°• ESME HEADLEY 【 S-H 】@eyes-for-disguise.bsky.social · 3mo ago

❝ Wanna walk and talk? I'm just heading home. I could use a drink, if you wanna join me. ❞

Two eyes aglow in the darkness would reveal his presence. A step into the dim streetlight would have features soften to something more ... human. "Been awhile now, darling. Guess you didn't forget me afterall ...I uh, was starting to get a bit curious. No harm to it now." ++

♡.°• ESME HEADLEY 【 S-H 】@eyes-for-disguise.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Esme hears the footsteps immediately. He doesn't stop walking. In fact, he walks a little faster. Until he recognizes the voice. He stops, turning around. ❝ Remmick? ❞

There was a shuffling in the dark, far too quiet & far too subtle. To miss it would be easy to an untrained ear, but Esme was far from untrained. The figure stalked his prey with expert skill with careful steps among the shadows. "...Esme."

♡.°• ESME HEADLEY 【 S-H 】@eyes-for-disguise.bsky.social · 3mo ago

Heavy sigh. After mopping up all that black dye, Esme is stained with it. He locks the door to the salon, rubbing his wrists. They still hurt from being bound. Well. Time to head home.

The sheer worry that grew amplified with Peter's tone had tickled something within Remmick. Amusing him like it were all just some big, grand game for him to play .. & In a sense it were. Simply putting it — 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵. "It won't hurt." ++

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁. 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫.@spectacularlylate.bsky.social · 5mo ago

There was something wrong with this guy. Spider-Sense. Goosebumps, hair standing up on end. His body twitched instinctively. What was with that drool? Was he a demon? 💭: Oh God, please don't let it be a demon. Asking Ghost Rider for help is always so awkward.

"How much?" He held the instrument up, eyes darting beteen it & the boy. "Been in my family since I could remember, passed on to me from my father. Some might say it'd fetch a pretty penny. I say? Priceless." "Did you want to hold it?"

Crutchie Morris / rp account@gotpoisonality.bsky.social · 5mo ago

“Ohhhh no sir! Just — admirin’ that fine instrument in your hands. That’s all. Say, how much did you pay for it?”

The voice continued to trail behind, besides — in front of him, calling from the darkness , beckoning him near. Whispers of promised love, fellowship, family until it all finally came to an abrupt hault, dissipating to nothing & allowing for that moment's peace . . . & How it were brief. ++

♡.°• ESME HEADLEY 【 S-H 】@eyes-for-disguise.bsky.social · 5mo ago

❝ Stop it! ❞ He covers his ears, continuing to look around himself. He has to keep moving- even if a part of him wants to see Remmick again... He start running, his lungs burning as he does. He's still so far from home- he's going to get caught!

The voice continues to echo, as if spontaneously surround the man in every which direction. Calling to him in a softened whisper , seeming closer one second & further away the next. " 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 . . "

♡.°• ESME HEADLEY 【 S-H 】@eyes-for-disguise.bsky.social · 5mo ago

He stops in his tracks. ❝ ... R- Remmick? Is that you? ❞ He spins, trying to locate the other. His breath fogs in the cool night air. ❝ This- this isn't funny. ❞

" 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯, & 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 . . . 𝘐 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴. 𝘈 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴 . . . 𝘛𝘰 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘨𝘴 . . . 𝘖𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯 . . . 𝘖𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦, 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘧𝘪𝘷𝘦 . . . "

♡.°• ESME HEADLEY 【 S-H 】@eyes-for-disguise.bsky.social · 5mo ago

❝ Hgk-- ❞ Shiver! He quickly looks around, swallowing thickly. ... he's just hearing things. He walks faster toward his apartment.