darkness is honest, are you to yourself? [ABNB day 1]
Oct 21, 2022 10:29:46 GMT -5
Post by kap on Oct 21, 2022 10:29:46 GMT -5
a n i k a
Mannequin paired with marionette
In dissonant discord, our deadly duet
Finnagan had definitely seemed annoyed with your ranting and rambling post-Bloodbath, but he at least hadn't tried to kill you yet. That was, at the very least, a little bit reassuring. Maybe you'd at least have him on your side for a little while. Maybe he'd even prove himself helpful.
As you both keep walking, you find yourself watching your step more than before after having fallen in pothole. The ground begins to show itself to feel a bit unstable and uneven as you keep going, so that makes you even more cautious. You really don't want to be falling down again. Falling on your ass isn't a good look.
The river that winds through the area you're both in now doesn't look like a very natural one. Or, at the very least, it's not water, from what you can tell. It looks more like blood. For whatever reason, though, it doesn't disturb you as much as you feel like it should. The sight of blood is actually kind-of appealing to you now. You'd even made the effort to collect some bloody-looking liquid near the cornucopia earlier.
Your teeth were aching, for some reason or another. It was as if they were screaming at you to dig them into something. You'd gotten some sort of golden fangs to pop over them earlier, and just now decided to pop them in. Maybe that'd help with the strange feeling you were getting.
Walking with Finnagan, you eventually stop and decide that, despite his annoyance with your complaints about the black eye, you'd ask him for some help with something. You'd gotten makeup— concealer, specifically— when you'd received some stuff from sponsorship. Maybe he'd be willing to help you cover up the bruising. You'd certainly complain about it a bit less if he did.
You'd already tried earlier to cover it up yourself and struggled quite a bit. It probably looked like a mess right now. You definitely didn't want to look like any more of a mess than you already did.
"Hey, can you help me with something? It might nullify some of my complaining, if that means anything to you." You're trying to convince him to help you, holding up the tube of concealer you'd gotten.
"I can't really cover this mess on my own."
You give him a weak smile. You'd really appreciate the assistance if he were willing.We're lost in a lullaby, slumbering away
Where sins remain hidden, but rarely they stay
[Anika collects plants and flower crown]