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singillatim2025-04-19 05:08 pm
ployboy) wrote in singillatim2025-04-19 05:08 pm
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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.