((This is a multi-universe RP/ask blog by Soleria and I track "Brent McKinney" and "AsktheHunterMusician".))
He couldn’t believe he had to do this. Anons seemed to really hate him… And they took it out on his Dove. He could handle if that Charming came after him, or anyone else that his Note brought back. But no, they snuck around his back to get back at him. What, was karma being a complete bitch to him?
Either way, he was going to see Abby. In fact, he was floating at Abby’s window, gently knocking at the glass. “Hey Dove… You in?”
25th May 2013
Notes: 1
Rolling his eyes, he stuck his hands in his pockets and sulked alongside her. “Promise to behave yourself?”
Snatching the main med kit off his coffee table, he sat next to Tavya on the couch, clicking the box open. “You’re talking to me, and I haven’t moved or anything. So you’re in Plifterson, New Pennsyltucky. Now turn to your left so I can wrap you up.” Her wings had similar properties to an angel’s from his own world, which he was at least familiar with. Knew how to properly break their wings, so it made sense how to repair them. Kinda. Sorta.
“Not a bad song, not at all…” He pulled out his iPod, already finding the song on the store and buying it before listening to it.
((Good choice. <w<))
Phobetor’s eyes widened at the sudden rain. That….that wasn’t his. And Animus wouldn’t help with a nightmare unless he absolutely had to. He growled low in his throat and considered pulling out of the nightmare. Too soon yet. He had things to do. Creating an exit might make Brent try to leave too, and he’d awaken. Drops fell and lined his face as he looked up to the ceiling.
He struggled to concentrate on the drops falling. Trying to make them disappear and feeling his breath catch when nothing happened immediately. If he’d been ‘outside’ and with the strings it wouldn’t take more than a thought. He didn’t have the patience to make it disappear completely, but he mixed in droplets of black Bylean blood in.
“And yet you still seek out companionship. Is it because you simply don’t care if they die…?” Phobetor is arrogant in this dream world, and he steps forward boldly to Abby’s body. Almost completely melted. He nudges at her side with his foot. The squelch and splat when he drops her back down remind him of rotten fruit. Moist and falling apart at the slightest touch.
“Or do you plan it better than that? You’re sick, you probably get off by watching innocents like her get killed.” Nightmare reality wavers again. White walls. White floors. A gurney- dizzy and blurry gray forms. One anonymous body is left behind when it rights itself once more. The nurse stays on the floor by Phobetor’s feet.
The sheer arrogance of the anon grated on the man, and it made the drops fall faster around him. Red and glowing green staining his light hair and shoulders. His crazed smile broke seeing what remained of Abby getting squished like she was nothing. Nothing.
NoTHinG.
Just like the new anon corpse on the ground. He barely recognized that it was a nurse. The smile returned though, and the scene began flickering like a deranged strobe light as blood of different colors dripped down faster.
“Every lonely monster needs a companion… I don’t expect a freak like you to understand.”
Reblogged From illucidnightmares
He mumbled under his breath “Thought I did…” Still. He made sure to check it was locked as he followed Squirrels out. Couldn’t have little Amy escaping.
Rolling his eyes, he followed. Squirrels was an odd one, but her company was nice enough. Interesting was a more appropriate term, but oh well. “No sneaking into my apartment again. Its creepy.”
He scowled over his shoulder at the prodding, grabbing a normal leather jacket to wear to go out. “You enjoy that too much.”
“Gladly.” Grabbing a black shirt off the couch, he pulled it back on, hiding his scars and bandages that exclusively decorated his torso and middle.
He gave a quick yelp at the scratch, hand covering his cheek. “Sonnva-… !” Pulling it back, he saw the light smear of blood on his fingers, sighing in exasperation. “Yer own damn fault you couldn’t sit still and let me do it myself.” At least her wing looked better now.
“For God’s sake… ” Holding up his hand to his mouth, he blew a sharp whistle, pulling a few Notes from his mouth and throwing them towards her. They attached themselves around the unbroken edges, chirping at Brent.
“Alright… Three!!” A small crack was heard over the chitters as the Notes set the bone.
His smirk only grew wider, chuckling as he rubbed his chest. “Yes’m.”
“Quit your whining and bite the pillow.” He stepped behind the couch, grabbing a pillow and putting it in her face before grabbing the unbroken edge of her wings. Didn’t hurt, but probably shocked her. “On 3, I’m going to set this.”
A smirk perked his face up as Squirrels got so flustered and embarrassed at the reminder. Granted, he didn’t like that awkward upon awkward moment either, but it was worth bringing up. “Well, a bookstore sounds good.”
