𝑭𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒅.

𝔼𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕒𝕣𝕤. #ᴏᴄʀᴘ #ᴍᴠʀᴘ (ɴ)ꜱꜰᴡ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ/ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ

…Hey. The hell are you doing?

She’d feel trace amounts of static along her fingers as she did… nothing dangerous or painful. Just a mild tingle.

“First time someone asked that… sure. Why not?”

“It’s… an electricity thing.”

“Hey, there.”

He hands 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 a flower. It was no ordinary flower… but one earned after a particularly arduous fight. Pretty supernatural in nature. He was battered… but in a GREAT mood. And he wanted to share it.

Howdy.

Currently hanging from telephone wires… watching the empty streets. Needed a bit of juice.

“…Your life a movie, ain’t it?”

“An oath… might need to check the fine print on that one, not gonna lie. You try giving the thing a rub?”

“Good point… if the stories are right, you might only have three. …But if this guy really IS smitten… maybe you’ll get a freebie.”

“Jackpot… got any wishes in mind?”

“Well, shit… it sounds like you’ve either got a suitor or a genie.”

Now… he’s in the mood for some 𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘁.

Whatever. Stomach was full. No point in letting it irritate him.

Another hunt… but a disappointing one. Human taste renders him pickier than he’d like. …The griffon tasted like chicken, though. So, he isn’t too mad.

Spooky month, huh… this year flew by. …A costume… sure, why not?