testedsoul
you— come here.
testedsoul
what’s it to you? * his answer was as gruff as his voice. disappointment laced his features as he took a step back, wandering aimlessly. he was getting nowhere closer to finding the other half of him. was this even the right place? what a strange place… * i don’t even know how i ended up in this place.
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of-dema
@testedsoul * blurryface's ruby eyes stared back. his dark brown eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out who this guy was and why he was so... peculiar. the man seemed to have the same vibes as the glorious gone, the ones who were undead, and that piqued blurryface's interest. he felt relief wash over his lithe frame when the man shook his head and, in turn, had broken eye contact. * what are you? /who/ are you? * he said, sounding judgemental, as he looked him up and down. *
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testedsoul
let me see you. * the man’s voice drawled in some tone dark and low, almost like a groan pulled from the depths of his chest. it had been an agonizing long few days and he was finally feeling the desperation of restlessness, and was quite frankly beginning to lose what sanity he had left—although, not completely. he had some sense. so when he saw the man up close and stared intently into his face for a long few seconds, he grunted in anger and shook his head, * never mind.
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