// seriously! 🤩

// also,
*slides in with my Del Toro Tarot deck* 😎

// OH VERY GOOD

// I hear del Toro and you have my attention 👀

// I may be adding this to my watchlist 👀

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He looked up at her again. “Fair point,” he agreed, then wiped the blood from his chin with the back of his hand. “Though, I’m not sure if I’d call it ‘science’ when I already know how to bleed”.

He chuffed, looking down and pulling at his clothes to see that she was right. His skin was slowly putting itself back together. It looked gruesome, like some kind of horror movie.

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He bowed slightly. “It’s my pleasure,” he said.

No, those are definitely people. Or they 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 people, many long moons ago. Now? Ghosts, ghouls, and nightmares.

“Free pampering? Where do I sign up?”

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and as he straightened, the pot was putting itself back together. The only trace that it had been broken was a web-like pattern on the surface.

“I believe you dropped this,” he said with a smirk, holding the pot out for her.

“Allow me, mademoiselle,” he said with a slight bow and made a few circular motions with his hands. The broom gently floated out of Ivy’s hands and swept up the pieces of the pot scattered on the floor. He bent down to swoop them into his hands,

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“Oh, do you want help with that?” he offered, hopping down from the rift and letting it close behind him.

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“And you believe this … Ash … to be my death?” he asked, tilting his head as he looked at her. “Or was it merely-”, he coughed, blood spilling from a corner of his mouth, ”-a stab to prove your point?”

He growled when the spear-like stick was dislodged from his abdomen. He pressed his hands against the wound, his own blood staining his already dark-red robes.

⠀⠀Ÿ̵̨͓̯͓̟̖̭̙̗́͜o̴̢̹̘͎̪͇̞͕̝͋͑̓̈́u̷ w̵͓̦̯̞͈̤͍̽́̽͌̾̍̉ͅi̵͎͍͙͍͂̊̒ľ̸̄̒̂̊͛̀̓̀̚l n̴̖̬̘̳̒ö̷̧̼͍̻̳̪̗͚́́͠ͅṭ̴̑̂̄̈́̚̕ d̷͓̍́͂̓͛̄̿̽̂i̶̧̫̘͚̗͚̖͖̐͑́͂̃̏̐̕͜e̷̒̀̊ h̴̢̺̳̤̠͒̄̇͂̔͊̈́̏̈́e̶͒̂̂̂͠ř̴̷̘̯͈̭̟̥͉͙͛͋͗̚ͅę̴̼̗̱̟͔̈̂̐̇̉!̵͗̄

The voices in his head wailed loud enough to make his head pound.

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