[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/fWosQKj.gif[/img][/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [color=gray] [color=Cyan][b]Location:[/b][/color] Noahs bedroom [color=cyan][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dusk [color=Cyan][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] None [color=Cyan][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [@helo] Noah, ??? Someone else. [center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTsR3LfhdxI[/youtube][/center] [center][color=black][sup]____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________[/sup][/color][/center] [color=cyan]“Pretty little baby…Pretty baby…I’m so in love with you…”[/color] The sheets were soaked crimson where she sprawled, pale limbs tangled in black linen stained with the early night work. Her long white hair, streaked red at the ends, fanned around her like a broken halo. One bare foot swung lazily off the bed’s edge, toes tracing invisible circles above the body lying still beneath her. The knife danced between her fingers, its blade glinting wet and red, singing a soft metallic hum as it spun. [color=cyan]“Poor, poor little lamb”[/color] Wren whispered, dragging the tip across her lips, leaving a smear of thick blood. [color=cyan]“Not even a scream left in him.”[/color] She giggled, soft and sharp, a sound that didn’t quite belong to joy. A gurgling sound echoed in the room. [color=cyan]“I wrapped him up all pretty, Noah. All for you. But you’re so sleepy, and now he’s spoiling.”[/color] With a playful pout, she slithered off the bed, landing beside the body. Her white nightgown fluttering around her as she laid on her belly, her arms propping her up as her feet kicked behind her playfully. [color=cyan]“Let’s see, let’s see…”[/color] she sang, fingers ghosting over cold dead skin. Her nails traced the jagged line she’d carved across his throat, admiring the depth, the artistry. [color=cyan]“Oh, look at that color… like crushed berries on snow.”[/color] She bit her lip with a grin. She pressed her cheek to his chest, listening for a heartbeat she knew wasn’t there. [color=cyan]“Hollow, hollow, hollow…”[/color] she whispered, closing her eyes, savoring the stillness. [color=cyan]“The music’s gone out. But I can still hear the echo.”[/color] One delicate finger dipped slowly into the sticky wound, swirling lazily in the blood before painting a sigil across his sternum. [color=cyan]“A lock without a key,”[/color] she mused aloud. [color=cyan]“A door without a handle. He wasn’t meant to last, poor thing. Just a lamb on the path.”[/color] She leaned closer, nose brushing his neck, inhaling deeply. [color=cyan]“Mmm… going sour already.”[/color] She sighed, disappointment lacing her voice. [color=cyan]“You’ll miss him, Noah. I made him perfect for you. But flesh fades, doesn’t it? Like promises. Like prayers. Disappointing.”[/color] Then her face lit up, childlike and radiant, as she scrambled back onto the bed, dragging a tarnished silver tray from beneath the blankets. On it lay a crystal goblet filled dark and swirling, a cracked teacup, and scraps of something raw and red arranged like a grotesque charcuterie. [color=cyan]“I brought you breakfast in bed, Noah!”[/color] she chirped at no one, swaying side to side, tray balanced on her knees. [color=cyan]“Aren’t I clever? Aren’t I good?”[/color] Her smile stretched too wide, too eager, shining with adoration as if he were really there. [color=cyan]“See? Warm and fresh—well, mostly.”[/color] She picked up the goblet, swirling its contents until the liquid licked the glass. [color=cyan]“I saved the best part for you. His favorite vein. I know you like them sweet.”[/color] Her tongue darted out to taste the rim, eyes fluttering shut with bliss. [color=cyan]“Mm… but you’re late, darling. He’s cooling now.”[/color] A pout tugged her lips, the goblet trembling slightly in her hands. She set it down gently, fingers lingering on the stem. [color=cyan]“You’ll miss him, love. I made him perfect. I wanted to watch you drink.”[/color] Her voice dropped to a soft croon, stroking the empty pillow beside her. [color=cyan]“Wanted to see your fangs in his throat. Wanted to watch your pretty mouth stain red for me…”[/color] Grabbing the pillow, she shoved it into her mouth, biting down as if tearing into flesh, her eyes wild with hunger. A scene so vivid in her mind as she watches Noah hunt his prey. A tarot card flutters from the bed—the Tower—landing across the corpse’s face, sticking to the tacky stain. She stopped peeking over to the edge of the bed. She threw the pillow finding herself on her stomach hanging her arms over the edge of the bed. Her purple eyes watching the card [color=cyan]“It all falls down, love”[/color] she sang softly. [color=cyan]“Brick by brick, bone by bone, until there is no more home.”[/color] Her feet kicked wildly Another card—The Devil—she pulled it up from the ground, the card soaked in blood that had pooled around the body. [color=cyan]“She thinks she’s righteous. But sin sings sweeter than salvation.”[/color] Her grin widened, as she grabbed the knife tapping it gently against her teeth. [color=cyan]“Oh, how she bleeds for you, Noah. Twisting herself in pretty knots of guilt and glory. An Angel with no wings..”[/color] she grinned licking the blood off the card before she tossed it onto the body. She pushed up to sit cross-legged atop the bed, knife resting in her lap, blood drying in thin rivers along her skin. [color=cyan]“I hear them…”[/color] she murmured, voice lilting, distant almost a whisper. [color=cyan]“The shadows in the glass towers. They’re coming…All of them…[i]Run, run run[/i]”[/color] she bit her lip giggling softly. Her head tilted slowly, a shiver crawling down her spine. [color=cyan]“But me?”[/color] Her smile turned knife-sharp, eyes dark as a violet storm. [color=cyan]“I’m the spider in the silk. The blade in the garden. We don’t run Noah… no no no silly.”[/color] She leaned forward reaching for something off the nightstand before slinking back to the ground. Holding a rectangular shaped object Wren laid next to the corpse in the bloody mess. In her hand was a photo of Noah, one of many he had sent to her. She grinned boldly [color=cyan]“Look Noah, I made you breakfast in bed.”[/color] She smiled happily resting the photo frame on the body as she wrapped her arm around the frame and the corpse. [color=cyan]“I’ll keep it warm for you”[/color] she whispered. And beneath it all, a soft hum rose—a lullaby spun from madness. Her soft voice began again as her feet kicked slowly along. [color=cyan]“Pretty little baby…Pretty baby…I’m so in love with you…”[/color] [/color]