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β € ( … ) β €a yawning π’ˆπ’‚π’‘ where his body used to be, β €shifting between physical and π™΄π™½π™³π™»π™΄πš‚πš‚ nothingness.

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a rainy evening, just like the one in which strange sealed his own fate. but, would he do anything differently? … what a π’’π’–π’†π’”π’•π’Šπ’π’. ( so much power. so π’Žπ’–π’„π’‰. )

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gazing into empty nothingness, third eye open π’˜π’Šπ’…π’† β€”β€” none of the voices that fill his head are his own, or at least … don’t feel like it. ( whispers of stephens past, caught up in the fray. )

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someone’s 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐒𝐧𝐠 directly into his ear β€”β€” although, it’s hard to tell whether it’s actually real.

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it feels far too easy to collapse into what the 𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 screams, the taste of his own rotten blood far too sweet. π’•π’‚π’Œπ’† & π’•π’‚π’Œπ’† & π’•π’‚π’Œπ’†.

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a guttural growl from deep within, eyes fluttering shut for only a moment : tentacle slipping out from beneath his robes in order to knock over one of the lit candles in the foyer. 𝒕𝒐𝒐 π’ƒπ’“π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•.

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seams of the universe itself π’“π’Šπ’‘π’‘π’Šπ’π’ˆ open : into the nightfall steps he, into a dimension that is not his own. tentacles slithering upward to hide themselves, third eye fading away ... forcing himself into the mold of normality becomes harder each time he does it.

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"π’…π’‚π’π’Šπ’†π’π’π’†." a thousand voices echoing at once, behind her within an instant : flickering in and out of existence for a moment before the soles of two boots hit the floor. a more human appearance, for her sake. "get some rest."

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he does not know if he can really call what he gets 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕, but … he is off to his bedroom for the evening. if anyone hears any odd hissing sounds β€”β€” ignore it.

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shadows springing from footsteps, electric blue hues π’‡π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ against inky blackness β€”β€” roaming the streets of new york and 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐒𝐧𝐠 at anyone who gets too close.