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murderous flovers.

He is a popular detective. He is a popular killer who leaves blood-colored roses at crime scenes. Similar scope of work but from two different sides.

Evan leans over the large crimson blood stain, tilting his head slightly to the side. His eyes are slightly narrowed as if he is looking for something else besides a dark pool of blood and a dark red rose.

He crouches slowly by the rose, which looks extremely cared of, extremely gorgeous. The petals of the flower opened evenly, creating a soft, beautiful combination that was drenched in dark red blood. He slowly reaches out his hand but hesitates for a moment, his steel blue eyes fixated on that wretched flower with thorns left at the crime scene.

The detective's gloved hand finally reaches out and slowly touches the rose, slowly picking it up. The tips of his gentle fingers are holding the rose, examinating it carefully. He turns the rose slowly in his fingers and looks at it as if...

...studying it. The detective studies the rose, the killer looking at him closely. Hiding isn't the most wonderful thing Barty has ever done, but anything for his beloved. For his sweetheart. The murderer's woody brown eyes are totally fixated on Evan Rosier and the flower with extremely weirdly sharp thorns.

Barty's bloody hands are shaking uncontrollably from excitement and adrenaline. His mouth is curves into an awfully big smile, a smile like something out of a horror movie. On Barty's lips there is a smile as wide as the Joker's painted-on smile.

"You will be mine," Barty whispers under his breath, his voice followed by a soft, psychotic laugh. "It's just a matter of time..." He mutters again. He slowly tilts his head to the side as if imitating Evan's expressions. He sits in those bushes for half an hour... an hour...

...one and half hour. Evan still holds the rose in his hands and watches the police cars drive away. As always, he stays behind to inspect the crime scene. Turning the rose in his fingers, he slowly circles the blood left on the ground.

"Hmmm," The detective humms quietly, visibly thinking about something. He Crouches next to blood drops which looks very fresh. Too fresh. Evan looks at his fingers and with stoic expression he removes a leather glove from one of his hands and watches as blood slowly drips onto the ground from a small wound on the tip of his finger.After looking at it for a while, an expression of enlightenment appears on his face.

On Barty's face too. He slowly comes up behind Evan, making sure everything is quiet. Evan doesn't even sense Barty's presence. Barty grabs Evan from behind and puts chloroform gauze over the detective's mouth. Evan can feel himself getting dizzy, the rose falling out of his hands and silently hitting the ground, right next to the fresh blood drops.

Evan faints in Barty's arms. Barty feels Evan faint in his arms.

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vampire wolfstar aesthetic.

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aesthetic of me in my hogwarts dr.

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marauders era aesthetic.