there are MANY THINGS luca’s come across, things others would faint at the sight of. but not him. the vampire keeps a STRAIGHT FACE, watching the boy stick his fingers into the corpse of some mangled animal. was sure he heard two people talking EARLIER, but he only sees one. the other must have run off. great. last thing he wants is to find some other freak LURKING in the background.
“ …. “ no, don’t say anything. CAN’T HELP BUT WATCH with mild curiosity; what is he doing ? for fun ? some sort of perverted pleasure ? either way, luca is mildly disgusted.
echoes, a reverb of folly. he sings to himself with mind lost in content trance, no words, just enticing hums. she does that, runs off on him, mists into scenery, always on the hunt, always following sick agenda. brother doesn’t mind too much, she’ll always come back within the hour and off they go. tucker assumes she’s gone to find a snack and he’s too busy being distracted with his GAME to take much notice in loneliness.
there’s a thick DAMPNESS to still air, the stench of dirt and decay a hush to the senses. shirt does not bother to fit his frame, scuffed and torn shoes caked in twigs and mud. unearthly blue eyes are fixated on the way his finger slides.in and out in and out in and out. this is everything and nothing to him. he catches a whiff of something, drags eyes away, up, around until they land on a looming figure. his head cants but his disturbing ministrations do not stop. likes the squidgeand squelch, especially when still warm.
doe - eyes ooze a sickly innocence that the stretch of awful grin does not. ❛wanna play wi’me? ❜
