#rankbait #gothichorror #trollfrankensteinesqueinspired #horror #nsfw #nsfwe #moirails #moirailsgonrsouth #blackrom? if it’s terrible my bad lmfao i’m exhausted #substance #sleepy cobbled streets with the sound hoofs clacking echo from the late occasional late night carriage outside the inn. the purpose of his stay would be a simple business request, a plea for backing for his next experiment. his old moirail, someone disconnected for nearly 10 sweeps. it was never bad terms, just a move in a different direction. time has passed since then, but the curiosity lingers. laughs from the tavern below were like old times, but a touch to the shoulder lingered far too long or the share of a drink left eyes locked on for more than the appropriate moment. maybe time and distance had made more of a dent in their standing with one another than expected. yet here, he looks the man in the eyes with the confession that the only reason for the call to the city was business, and a failing one at that . . . the scientist hadn’t had a successful experiment in sweeps, holed up in his lab to the point the board of science almost wrote him off as dead in an experiment gone awry. once his most trusted ally, now a backer (or glorified cashmoobeast) and nothing more. at least, not as far as the scientist thought. brandy strikes the fire, glass shattering as the flame swallows the liquor whole. it makes him flinch, a rage in your ex’s eyes you’ve never seen before. it causes a tightness in the scientist’s chest, but not the pain of long gone paleness than it should. the snarl on his lips is stealing his breath. should he want to bite them so desperately?
KUDOS! ❤︎ i love your writing so much monroe its always such a present to see your prose 0v0
thank you, this was actually pusher-warming to hear if i had a pusher that could be warmed