iremorgue

@iremorgue   though i would agree,  i oft think every word she says she means it.  kind or … otherwise.  [mrs webber’s voice is but a draft now—muffled the higher she climbed the steps leading to her study by the aid of vinda (poor girl).    the tension leaves her with a sheepish smile,  dusting off the invisible flour and lint from her skirts]   of course .    we have— blueberry, apple and— orange,   i believe—the freshest one.

@santoire      she means well,    i venture.  if you know her enough        .. i cannot say the same for the others that wander about here.     i wanted to peruse through your collection of books in the back,    but i got distracted by the coventrys in the window——      perhaps i’ll have one of those too.

/    @iremorgue ,       BAH

@santoire      /   rip gideon you’d love getting cancelled on twt

@rockabite       and you fix your hair in the mirror like you’re still someone important.   i suppose we’re both frustrated with the other.

\god\player\  [AND SHE WILL CALL HIM NO OTHER.     FOR THAT,  TO HER,  WAS WHAT HE WAS—WHAT HE WILL ALWAYS BE.  YET DESPITE HOW GROTESQUE AND OBSCENE HIS WORK MAY BE, EVEN SOMEONE AS STRANGE AS GIDEON LOCKE WAS WORTHY OF HER PROTECTION.   THE WOLF DID NOT PICK FAVORITES—SHE WAS JUSTICE INCARNATE.   AND SIN,  WAS SIN]   there is reason why you are only man and not omnipotent nor omnipresent   [SHE CIRCLES HIM.  SLOW. BARE & LIGHT FOOTED.    SHE INSPECTED HIM NOT AS A CREATURE OF BEAUTY BUT OF SOMETHING TERRIFYING AND STRANGE THAT EVEN THE MOST DANGEROUS OF ANIMALS SOUGHT UNDERSTANDING.    SHE PULLS AT THE FABRICS ON HIS SHOULDERS,   THE CURLS OF HIS HEAD.    THE EVELING WAS SEEING MAN FAITHLESS,  MAN CURIOUS.   FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME.      SHE DESPISED IT]     i have one enemy,    and he is not you.     ..  but he influences    your lust for understanding and that will kill you.    [ SHE HAD CIRCLED HIM THRICE BEFORE SHE STEPS AWAY.    COMMITTING EVERY DETAIL TO HER MEMORY.   TEN HUNDRED,  TEN THOUSAND,  TEN MILLION FACES SHE HAS SEEN—ALL DIFFERENT AND ALL THE SAME.]    go home,   gideon. 

@LYKOSIS     god player.   how theatrical.   i prefer surgeon,   it sounds less blasphemous and more useful at bedside.   [gideon inclines his head slowly,   the faint crackle of distant lightning threading the air as if answering him. he lets a half-smile form——more an experiment than an expression]   i do not steal lives for sport.  i mend the absence that mocks the living.  if grief brings them to my door,  i give them back a shadow of what they lost——no miracles,   only method.   call it vanity if you like.   call it sin.   it will not change the pulse beneath my hands.    [firm hands then find the werewolf’s shoulders to gently push her back to ultimately free himself from her grasp]   but threaten me as if you know the cost you would extract,   and you display the arrogance of someone who has never held a corpse and watched the last curl of memory slip from its fingers.    i have dissected regenerations,   measured howl and heart and the way spirit clings——so do not pretend the law of nature is a thing you alone comprehend.    [he straightens,   almost PITYING]     take your fury and burn it where it will do you no good. or——if you are less intent on pyres and more curious,    come closer.   stand beside me in a room where grief and science meet,   and tell me what you would do for the ones you love. perhaps then we will both learn whether we are enemies,    or simply two people who refuse to accept certain kinds of ending.

@iremorgue    ──  [THE MASS OF FUR AND UNTAMABLE PRESENCE moves in the darkness.  there are but specks of gold that reveal themselves to him—GLOWING LIKE TINY LITTLE  SUNS;     stars waiting their time to burst into flames.       a sound bellows,   the shadow that chases his feet is not of woman but of beast,   large and terrifying—-ABOMINABLE IN NATURE.    such a shadow is a liar.   from out of the shadows came not a beast nor a monster.  but a woman.   hair of fire long and wild, long since fallen from her braid.    THE EVELING REACHES.   canine claws and feminine hands pulling the face of the stranger into her palm]       you will pay that price elsewhere,   godplayer.   

GIDEON LOCKE——THE ANATOMIST OF SHADOWS;   A BRILLIANT YOUNG PHYSICIAN WHO DEFIED DEATH AND GOD ALIKE.   ONCE THE PRODIGY OF EUROPE’S MEDICAL CIRCLES,    HIS OBSESSION WITH REVIVING THE DEAD LED TO HIS EXILE,    HIS EXECUTION,   AND HIS REBIRTH.   HANGED IN 1852 BY PROTESTANT HUNTERS FOR HIS “BLASPHEMIES,”    HE RETURNED AS A REVENANT——A MAN OF SCIENCE MADE IMMORTAL BY THE VERY FORCE HE SOUGHT TO MASTER.    NOW,    CENTURIES LATER,    HIS GHOST STILL WALKS THE CITY HE ONCE TERRORIZED WITH GENIUS,   A PHANTOM SCHOLAR FOREVER SEEKING TO PERFECT THE ART OF LIFE AFTER DEATH.     ,,     gideon locke     (1824    ━━    1852)     mature themes   regarding death + gore.   admin and character are both adults.