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a fresh start with the Easter morn- (closed)
Who: Kate, Edward, Tim, others
What: an Easter celebration meets the Darkwalker's Revenge
When: on or about Easter, April
Where: Milton Church main chapel, other cabins
Content Warnings: we start with themes of cannibalism; loss of self; predation; stalking; vigilantism; violence; and there will be additional warnings on individual threads
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Not that Tim could let himself fall asleep this time. The twilight of day is a heavy weight on his limbs and lids, but in him thrums the electric anticipation of all-black night. So for now, rest is as hard to come by as sleep. And it wouldn't do to keep idle. With the Aurora coloring the sky above often, Tim had gleaned one bit of information that would have meant nothing to him before:
The calendars, paper and digital, are in agreement that Easter is upon them.
And Kate's probably going to make a big thing out of it.
He won't be jostled awake this time, at least. But Tim figures: well, he can wish her a-- happy Sunday or whatever. Give her something sweet, and then hightail it out of there. Sure. Why not. He has nothing cute for her, but he's got Jolly Ranchers. It'll have to do.
But Kate's not in her room.
He finds her making her way to the old church already. He finds the Lieutenant by her side. And that's never been a sight that he could simply let be.
Kate's Saviors have a frankly deplorable habit... of hurting her.
So Tim, a shadow and as silent as one, follows. He has a promise to keep.
What: an Easter celebration meets the Darkwalker's Revenge
When: on or about Easter, April
Where: Milton Church main chapel, other cabins
Content Warnings: we start with themes of cannibalism; loss of self; predation; stalking; vigilantism; violence; and there will be additional warnings on individual threads
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Not that Tim could let himself fall asleep this time. The twilight of day is a heavy weight on his limbs and lids, but in him thrums the electric anticipation of all-black night. So for now, rest is as hard to come by as sleep. And it wouldn't do to keep idle. With the Aurora coloring the sky above often, Tim had gleaned one bit of information that would have meant nothing to him before:
The calendars, paper and digital, are in agreement that Easter is upon them.
And Kate's probably going to make a big thing out of it.
He won't be jostled awake this time, at least. But Tim figures: well, he can wish her a-- happy Sunday or whatever. Give her something sweet, and then hightail it out of there. Sure. Why not. He has nothing cute for her, but he's got Jolly Ranchers. It'll have to do.
But Kate's not in her room.
He finds her making her way to the old church already. He finds the Lieutenant by her side. And that's never been a sight that he could simply let be.
Kate's Saviors have a frankly deplorable habit... of hurting her.
So Tim, a shadow and as silent as one, follows. He has a promise to keep.
FUBAR:
Thread: EDWARD, KATE, TIM.
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It doesn't come without cost. The light that stretches on for longer and longer these days, the light that he can't escape, is a horror for him now. He bundles himself up against it, dressed in full uniform, head dipped low to his chest as he moves, hands wholly concealed in the thick gloves Wynonna gifted him, an improvement from his old fingerless pair in many ways. But the aching fatigue is difficult to work against; he tries to conceal it as he always tries to, forcing his body along with sheer willpower, falling back into a familiar march. If he closes his eyes, he might be back there on the ice, rope wound around his body, pulling, pulling. There was never going to be any refuge.
He doesn't look well. There are shadows beneath his eyes, and an overall ill pallor to his complexion, and a restlessness that comes from deep-down in his spirit. He's very hungry.
The darkness of the church is a welcomed balm. It seems even darker than usual in here — he doesn't know that Dorian Gray also suffers from his same affliction, that the house of God is kept intentionally low-lit, the windows kept dusty, the sun kept at as much a distance as possible. Edward exhales softly and steps behind Kate, letting her lead; he'll follow, her faithful watch, chaperone.
(This space is darker and safer and quiet and still. The dark thing he's become is more at ease here, able to breathe.
He's very hungry.)
(frozen comment) SNAFU:
The aftermath: THE 3 STOOGES+ OTHERS
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