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𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘴 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

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↠ Indie Canon/AU Portrayal
↠ Further Info in Thread
↠ One of the many #GhostsOfJohn

I want you.
Everything I say sounds like that.

Longing, of course, becomes its own object, the way that desire can make anything into a god.

He's sweeping the floor at @foxianmedicine.bsky.social's home with a frown, like he has some kind of personal affront against the dust.

Stops to wipe the sweat off his brow.
Ugh. He's disgusting, everything is disgusting.

Throws a knife to @galaxybatter.bsky.social .

Breakfast is gone. Only a crow's feather is left.

"I think I could kill them all pretty easy."

#ooc: you're stronger than the marines goddamn

Nah that ain't gonna work. Moze grabs Caelus' from the shirt and slams him against the door with a warning look on his eyes.

"Are you spying on us, pervert?"

"..."

Weird stare.

"Why do you have a photo of me shirtless?"

"I'm in your walls."

Whispers right on his side.

The window opens loudly this time.

"...do you."

His eyes narrow until they're sharp lines as he asks his question. He doesn't trust the man.
Besides that, he speaks no more. Not a good talker, anyway.

"..." but the way he stares at him is unsettling.

Walking up to him like he's ben lured out by the delicious smell.
(he is)

"What's for dinner, Jiaoqiu?"

Unfortunately, he's outside the Yaoqing right now, but might just be on route back.

Probably tired.
And dirty.

The man appears beside the stranger, like a stalking shadow.

"How do you know me."

// pinned for now until i know how to work this

There's an awkward silence in between the sound of his stomach and Jiaoqiu's words, as if he's desperately trying to conceal himself from the foxian.

". . . . . . . . . ...I'm hungry."

His stomach grumbles.

Vanishes in the shadows.

NOT HERE FOR A LONG TIME OR FOR A GOOD TIME

Busted. The crow groaned, sagging his shoulders before turning from the cabinet he had already half-settled himself in, using both arms to lift himself up effortessly.

Defeated, his steps walked up to Jiaoqiu's bedroom.

"...I'm back." He greeted with his usual dryness, standing in the entrance.

The rumors and the predictions were all seen as warnings of an approaching calamity, horrible and bloody, and those who leaned towards mysticism or believed in horoscopes secretly confided these fears to their friends.