♥ v2

[screwthatnoise]

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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Re: ???

[screwthatnoise]

A hard hand grabs you by the back of your shirt.

"Vanilla... have you realized how annoying you are yet?"

Re: ???

[phantompass]

Ah—

[ stumbles back from surprise, but is using that momentum to swing the candle at whatever's grabbing him! ]

Re: ???

[screwthatnoise]

It melts the hand, like ice.

But another just grabs you by the throat. It seems like there's an unlimited supply of these things.

"Because you're really annoying."

Re: ???

[phantompass]

Stop— [ can barely choke that out, but he's quick to swipe at it ]

Re: ???

[screwthatnoise]

The hand making a grab at your throat melts away.

But sharp fingers suddenly thrust into your chest, like a set of small, cold knives.

Re: ???

[phantompass]

[ he can barely register the pain at first, too caught up in fighting back. he tries to take a breath, but it hurts, and his eyes flicker down at his chest to see the blood soaking and spreading into his shirt ]

A-ah.....