𓄋 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃. 𓆪 °

જ⁀➴ 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. present day storyline with @luringdemise.bsky.social. ⋆˚⊹ ⟡ ݁₊ . ⁽⁽𓆩⚝𓆪⁾⁾.݁ ₊ ݁⟡ ⊹˚⋆

— implied that at least some part of his soul, body or personage was somehow fucking theirs, and it pissed him off. what draws him back to the present is a glass shattering. more importantly, a nice glass with a long neck that zoro is sure people only get those nice, pricey drinks —

જ⁀➴ 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. present day storyline with @luringdemise.bsky.social. ⋆˚⊹ ⟡ ݁₊ . ⁽⁽𓆩⚝𓆪⁾⁾.݁ ₊ ݁⟡ ⊹˚⋆

— he was four years old and walked downstairs to a contortion of sallow limbs and dry, sagging skin — gaunt, soulless eyes unrecognizable on the faces of his parents. the same thing happened to kuina’s family, and while she spiraled into obsession, zoro’s mind conjured figments of castles and —

જ⁀➴ 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. present day storyline with @luringdemise.bsky.social. ⋆˚⊹ ⟡ ݁₊ . ⁽⁽𓆩⚝𓆪⁾⁾.݁ ₊ ݁⟡ ⊹˚⋆

— staked vampires, dismembered wendigos — his personal hunter's journal was running out of pages, but he knows there are far bigger things out in the darkness than just vampires. still, something lingers in the air and charges it, as if static and tension loom above like a restless spirit, —

જ⁀➴ 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. present day storyline with @luringdemise.bsky.social. ⋆˚⊹ ⟡ ݁₊ . ⁽⁽𓆩⚝𓆪⁾⁾.݁ ₊ ݁⟡ ⊹˚⋆

— right now, so getting piss drunk should be low on the priority list. marco was nice enough to give him a low-down on things here — the so-called ‘animal attacks’ that recur far from the woods and the sketchy people that only seem to come around at night. some are braver than others, —

જ⁀➴ 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗦, 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑. present day storyline with @luringdemise.bsky.social. ⋆˚⊹ ⟡ ݁₊ . ⁽⁽𓆩⚝𓆪⁾⁾.݁ ₊ ݁⟡ ⊹˚⋆

over the years, the burn of whiskey down his throat has ebbed into muted numbness — nothing like hot coals or fire smoking up his mouth, sparks of it flaring from his nostrils like a kindled fireplace. times come, like right now, where zoro wishes for something stronger, —

a grumble carries across the lonely, darkened hallway in a wavering echo, face glowing by the single candle lighting his way. every inch of the decrepit manor creaks and rattles, making it harder to find the poltergeist lurking around in such a noisy place. a jagged, splintered hole lays agape —

— him feels like after braving hell, all nine fucking layers of it, jobs like these should feel meaningless. then he remembers the kids who got stuck in a cabinet that wouldn’t let them out, right in this room, and his mind flickers back to kuina. no, she wouldn’t find it meaningless. —

a grumble carries across the lonely, darkened hallway in a wavering echo, face glowing by the single candle lighting his way. every inch of the decrepit manor creaks and rattles, making it harder to find the poltergeist lurking around in such a noisy place. a jagged, splintered hole lays agape —