When the reaper comes knocking at my door, we'll be going twelve rounds
Every snack one could possibly need for a heart attack is laid out on the cushion between them. He pops another puffed cheese ball into his mouth as he glances around at the lit candles, ensuring proper ambiance for a good thrill. The bed they’re on takes up a massive portion of the room, created like a life raft attempting to pass as a ship. The floor is inherently dangerous, obviously, because that’s where some hands could grab you and pull you under the bed. Naturally then, his feet are perfectly tucked in the safety of the comforter and mattress, criss-cross applesauce.
The back half of the blanket is drawn around his shoulders, kingly perhaps, if not for the pattern of cartoon ghosts dappling the fabric. Just in case any of this tips over from silly to too real, he’s also organized a little table of bundled sage, an impressive cut of quartz, a dish of salt (don’t worry, the door’s already been lined with it), and a smattering of weaponry made from silver, iron, and wood. There’s a bundle of garlic, a set of matches (mostly for the candle), and a book in near disarray of pages that just reads OCCULT across the cover.
”Okay, don’t forget, whenever you end a story, you have to say, ‘I don’t keep any of this energy’. That stops anything bad from adhering to you.” He impresses this upon her for the umpteenth time, grabbing her hand to ensure she feels it as much as hears it.
The back half of the blanket is drawn around his shoulders, kingly perhaps, if not for the pattern of cartoon ghosts dappling the fabric. Just in case any of this tips over from silly to too real, he’s also organized a little table of bundled sage, an impressive cut of quartz, a dish of salt (don’t worry, the door’s already been lined with it), and a smattering of weaponry made from silver, iron, and wood. There’s a bundle of garlic, a set of matches (mostly for the candle), and a book in near disarray of pages that just reads OCCULT across the cover.
”Okay, don’t forget, whenever you end a story, you have to say, ‘I don’t keep any of this energy’. That stops anything bad from adhering to you.” He impresses this upon her for the umpteenth time, grabbing her hand to ensure she feels it as much as hears it.
Kaisel
I ain't afraid to bleed, there ain't a casket strong enough for me
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
