01-16-2021, 08:29 PM
( tw gore )
”Hello, Corrupttimelines. You should know you won’t be escaping me anytime soon.”
The cold and calculated voice rang into his head, his eyes clenching shut as he threw back another bottle of vodka. His throat burned and a sickening gleam appeared in his weary gaze. Sharp teeth would bare, his head lashing backwards as if facing someone. Then, the wyvern would stand in a failed attempt to force the one in his mind to cower. However, he took a dull note in their existence and lack thereof. His jaw tightening like a rotted hinge, he would emit a less than soft snarl.
“Get away from me. Get out of my fucking head!” he snapped with a newfound fury overwhelming him. Then, the dragon would sit back down, staring at the floor. As if in auto pilot, his head snapped to the floor for a few moments.
And then it happened.
Cory was standing above a rogue’s body, staring at them with a deeply possessed disgust. It was as if he wasn’t even there, as if there was some sort of disconnect between himself and the real world. Then, his eyes slowly drifted to blink, and he was reborn into the same body.
“Fuck. Not again...” he muttered half heartedly, drawing his tongue over blood drenched limbs. Then, he huffed out a quiet breath and smirked. It felt good and yet terrifying all in the same manner.
”Hello, Corrupttimelines. You should know you won’t be escaping me anytime soon.”
The cold and calculated voice rang into his head, his eyes clenching shut as he threw back another bottle of vodka. His throat burned and a sickening gleam appeared in his weary gaze. Sharp teeth would bare, his head lashing backwards as if facing someone. Then, the wyvern would stand in a failed attempt to force the one in his mind to cower. However, he took a dull note in their existence and lack thereof. His jaw tightening like a rotted hinge, he would emit a less than soft snarl.
“Get away from me. Get out of my fucking head!” he snapped with a newfound fury overwhelming him. Then, the dragon would sit back down, staring at the floor. As if in auto pilot, his head snapped to the floor for a few moments.
And then it happened.
Cory was standing above a rogue’s body, staring at them with a deeply possessed disgust. It was as if he wasn’t even there, as if there was some sort of disconnect between himself and the real world. Then, his eyes slowly drifted to blink, and he was reborn into the same body.
“Fuck. Not again...” he muttered half heartedly, drawing his tongue over blood drenched limbs. Then, he huffed out a quiet breath and smirked. It felt good and yet terrifying all in the same manner.
code by spacexual