#Foliè

[drchenquill]

Foliè - Chapter 17

Closer and closer

My eyes had been open for a long time when the sun greeted us with its warmth. The dead man had made it his business to prevent me from moving while he slept. I was lying on my back, his long arm wrapped around my chest, the other under me. He had thrown his leg over me in his sleep and was thus holding me tight. However, it didn't bother me. I liked it despite my weeping heart.

I had decided that I had to stop running and finally admit to myself what I just didn't want to admit.

It was all my fault.

I had to face up to it, I couldn't go on any longer. Everything has an end and now mine had come. My gaze wandered to the dead man who was still sleeping next to me. I owed him so much. He had shown me what it was like to be human, he had shown me how precious a life was. He had also shown me that, despite my infinitely long life, I still had so much to learn. But like everything, our journey together had come to an end.

Today was our last day together. I would go back to where I actually came from and he would live a peaceful life. Everything would go back to its place.

“little mouse?” I heard his sleepy voice next to me. He gently pulled his arm out from under me and leaned on his upper arm to look down at me. He then leaned down and wanted to give me a kiss, but I dodged and sat up.

“Not a morning cuddler, I see,” he said with a small laugh, but I wasn't in the mood to laugh. I sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to sort out my feelings and thoughts.

With a sigh, I felt the bed move. Soft lips were on the back of my neck. A large hand was around my hip.

“Are you grumpy, little mouse?” he whispered against my skin. I had to ignore it, I had to ignore the butterflies.

I stood up and already missed the warmth of his hand on me.

“We can't stay here too long, we have a goal, remember?“

He didn't like my cold words, I could tell by his look. Dark, angry. We stood there and looked at each other silently.

”Have I missed something somehow? You're acting weird,” he said, getting up from the bed too. I just shrugged and stepped out.

“Did I do something?” he continued to press, as we stepped out. I didn't want to, couldn't, answer. What should I say to him anyway? ‘I'm sorry, I can't return your feelings, because I'm the creature you want dead?’ I would break his heart. He should only find out at the last moment. I didn't want to give myself and him the chance to hope that there could be a happy ending.

He grabbed my wrist and forced me to stop. I stood in the doorway, one foot already outside this rotting house.

“What's wrong?” he asked directly. My eyes met his and I realized that I was hurting him in a way I didn't want to with this behavior. “Is it the way I look? Because I... look dead?” he asked, slightly unsettled.

I shook my head.

“It has nothing to do with the way you look, I promise.”

He let go of my wrist to grab my face. He didn't understand, he didn't understand my sudden change.

“Then why are you so cold to me? Do you regret it? The kiss?”

His thumbs caressed my skin and I almost melted away. Did I regret it? No. What I regretted was that it had come to this. I had forgotten what I really was and had let him believe that there was a future between us. But there was nothing that connected us.

“We don't have time to cling to emotions. What happened yesterday was just human desire to find affection. Nothing more.” He released my face and stepped back. "Are you trying to tell me that yesterday didn't mean anything to you?" He was hurt, and I couldn't blame him. But I had to, I had to push him away. After all, I was still a cold-hearted deity who didn't have to care about humans.

I wanted to tell him, I had to tell him, so that the pain would be less, but when I looked into his eyes, the same eyes that had looked at me with tenderness yesterday and with a tenderness that I had never felt before, I couldn't. I couldn't get the words over my lips that might have spared us the pain.

I didn't know what expression I had, but his softened. He stroked his hair and looked briefly at the ground. This situation was suffocating me, so I had to get away. So I stepped out, at least that was my plan, but I was held back. As soon as I had turned away from him, his arms were around my waist and his face was at my neck. My heart stopped as I listened to his warm voice.

“I may not know you long enough, and maybe you're right that I only need human affection, but whatever I feel for you is not just 'affection'. I can't put my finger on what it is, but it's deeper... more meaningful.”

His lips caressed my skin again and this time I let it happen. He turned me around, his hands now on the back of my neck, as he pulled me towards him to give me the warmth I had missed. His lips moved on mine like a puzzle piece moving into its rightful place. We explored our mouths as if it were our first kiss.

Our lips parted, but we remained close. He put his forehead on mine and closed his eyes. “Don't push me away... I only have you.”

“I'm sorry,” I could only whisper, but it seemed enough for him. He kissed my forehead. “Good, now we can continue,” and so we did.

Silence. The wind dancing through the leaves was our only companion. She was silent the whole time, too. His big hand clasped mine as we wandered through the forest. The closer we got, the smaller the world around me suddenly felt. He'll hate me, I couldn't help it. The end of our journey was getting closer and closer, and with it, whatever we had. My heart ached.

I stopped and forced him to do the same. Confused, he looked down at me.

“Little mouse?”

“Have you ever considered that she's... not so bad?”

The horror on his face almost hurt.

“Are you crazy? She's evil. You know as well as I do what she's done.” He saw my look, my hopeful and slightly frightened look, and he understood that something was wrong. ”Wait... you're serious about this, right?”

I took a deep breath and nodded.

“She… she has doomed humanity. She cursed me, she sits in your head…“

”I know, but…” I had to try, I had to try to save whatever we had, even if only a small piece of it. ”What if she is just misunderstood? What if the reason for all this is just suffocating loneliness? What if she only feels a sense of belonging by inflicting pain on others?"

His frown grew deeper with every word. He didn't understand, why didn't he understand? I laid my heart at his feet, and he just didn't understand it.

“Do you know how crazy this sounds?”

These words hurt more than expected, but I couldn't give in. My grip on his hand tightened as I desperately tried to put my thoughts into words. “I know how it sounds, but haven't you ever thought about it? Haven't you ever thought that her life as a deity is lonely? Her loneliness eats away at her from the inside, leaving only anger and despair. I don't want to justify her actions, but explain them.”

He sighed and let go of my hand. He rubbed his face silently. He was quiet, too quiet. I was afraid of what he would say. I was afraid that he would declare me crazy again, but he remained quiet for a long time. I became restless and gently reached for the hem of his shirt.

He noticed and looked at me. With tenderness, he whispered, “What do you want from me, little mouse?”

“Give her a chance... please...”

He grimaced and slowly shook his head. ”I. . .” He then looked into my pleading eyes. His hand reached out until he gently stroked my cheek. ”I'll try... I promise.”

~~~

chapter 16/to be continued

Foliè tag list: @theink-stainedfolk , @frostedlemonwriter , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @rivenantiqnerd

[distortedsense]

[ART FOR OTHERS]

This week’s belated episode of Art for Others (the series where I make some free art for someone else’s story) for @drchenquill’s dystopian story called Foliè. From the link:

We went in groups, a different one every day, because it was exhausting and dangerous. We had to go into the core of the machine, a giant metal curved shell that sucked in the air, “eliminated” the madness by stuffing it into vessels, and then pumped it out clean. That was all.

Silently we entered our metallic salvation.

Versions uncrunched by tumblr for you here

Check it out and show them some support! I had a lot of fun making a piece for Foliè. If you’d like me to make free art for one of your stories all you have to do is be following me and have a titled writing project!

New episode of Art for Others this time next week >>]

[ao3feed-jjk]

À La Foliè

by Anonymous A man with a diabolic plan as he likes to call himself. A man whose penetrating blue eyes burned into the very psyche of Itadori Yuuji with a slow and carefully planned thrust. And Yuuji let him. Just as long as he got to own him too. Because you see, from the moment their eyes met, they got along almost too well. Words: 8862, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Gojo Satoru, Itadori Yuuji, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Itadori Yuuji Additional Tags: Top Gojo Satoru, Bottom Itadori Yuuji, Lima Syndrome, Stockholm Syndrome, Twisted, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Possessive Behavior, Gojo Satoru is a Little Shit, Murder Husbands, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Unreliable Narrator, Unreliable itadori yuuji, Blood and Violence, Codependency, Morally Ambiguous Character, Unhinged Gojo Satoru, Power Dynamics, Mutual Non-Con, Doctor/Patient, Doctor Yuuji, Dark Itadori Yuuji, Shenanigans, Dark Humor, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Yuuji matches Satoru's Freak via https://ift.tt/s87lzZu

[handsomegentlebutch]

For the Tarot ask:

The Emperor, the lovers, wheel of fortune, death, the moon, the hanged man

🥰

The emperor: what are some names you like?

I can only assume this means kids names tbh. I love kids but don't want them for a myriad of reasons (mostly bc world bad) but I've always loved the names Rosalind Joan, Annabel Lee, Jolene, and Beauregard. Never did pick middle names for the other two but I like them :3 Rosalind is my fave Shakespeare character ever and Annabel Lee is an Edgar Allan Poe poem I love

The lovers: do you have a crush?

A handful of tumblr ones but nothing serious atm. I don't know any of the folks I've got tumblr crushes on well enough to really call them a proper crush yanno?

Wheel of fortune: first 3 songs that come on shuffle?

Bang The Doldrums by Fallout Boy, White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons, and Twin Sized Matress by The Front Bottoms

Death: what are 3 things you want to do before you die?

I want to travel and see parts of the world. There's too many places to list but getting to another continent is a goal of mine. I want to learn to speak Spanish. I've been trying and struggling to learn for years now. One day I want to master it. I want to fall in love. A real love that's passionate, never boring, and reciprocated.

The moon: have you ever written a love letter?

Nope! Maybe one day I will

The Hanged Man: favorite movie soundtrack?

I dont really listen to movie soundtracks tbh! Just regular albums. Some of my favorite albums are Wasteland, Baby! By Hozier, Hozier's self titled album, A Real Good Person in a Real Bad Place by Des Rocs, Impera by Ghost, and Foliè a Duex by Fallout Boy

[jerseymuppet]

fave album(s) of all time / fave color / childhood pets if any

Bullets - mcr, underdog alma mater - forever the sickest kids (nostalgia hits hard with that one), riot - paramore, foliè a deux - fob, ceremonials - Florence + the machine, hot pink - doja cat. I’m a big fan of willow green. And I made a post about my childhood pet here!

[wentzoftheday]

MASTERLIST:

FALL OUT BOY:

1. Take This To Your Grave

2. From Under The Cork Tree

3. Infinity On High

4. Foliè a Deux

5. Save Rock And Roll

6. American Beauty/ American Psycho

7. Mania

Compilations:

1. Believers Never Die: Greatest Hits

2. Icon

EPs:

1. Project Rocket/ Fall Out Boy

2. Fall Out Boys’ Evening Out With Your Girlfriend

3. My Heart Will Always Be the B-Side to My Tongue

4. Leaked in London

5. Welcome to the New Administration

6. America’s Suitehearts: Remixed, Retouched, Rehabbed and Retoxed

7. PAX AM Days

Patrick’s Solo:

1. Truant Wave (EP)

2. Soul Punk

Pete’s side project (Black Cards):

1. Use Your Disillusions

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE:

1. I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

2. Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

3. The Black Parade

4.Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys

Compilations:

1. Conventional Weapons

2. May Death Never Stop You

Gerard’s solo:

1. Hesitant Alien

2. Pinkish/ Don’t Try (EP)

3. Baby You’re a Haunted House (Single)

4. Getting Down the Germs (Single)

5. Dasher (Single)

Frank’s side projects:

-frnkiero and the cellabration:

1. Stomachaches

-Frank Iero and the Patience:

2. Parachutes

-Frank Iero and the Future Violents:

3. Barriers

-Leathermouth:

4. XØ

-Death Spells:

5. Nothing Above, Nothing Below

Mikey’s side project (Electric Century):

1. Electric Century (EP)

2. For the Night to Control

3. Electric Century

BLINK-182

1. Buddha 

2. Chesire Cat 

3. Dude Ranch

4. Enema of the State

5. Take Off Your Pants and Jacket

6. Blink-182

7. Neighborhoods

8. California

9. Nine

Extended Plays:

1. They Came To Conquer...Uranus

2. Dogs Eating Dogs

Box Car Racer:

1. Box Car Racer

+44:

1. When Your Heart Stops Beating 

Angels and Airwaves: 

1. We Don’t Need to Whisper

2. I-Empire

3. Love

4. Love Part 2

5. The Dream Walker

6. Lifeforms

[telodogratis]

Joker, il sequel con Joaquin Phoenix si farà: adesso è ufficiale

Joker, il sequel con Joaquin Phoenix si farà: adesso è ufficiale

Lo conferma il regista Todd Philips Il sequel dell’apprezzato film dedicato a Joker si farà: dopo i rumor diffusi lo scorso anno, arriva la conferma ufficiale. A fornirla è il regista Todd Philips che ha pubblicato su Instagram una foto che ritrae la copertina della sceneggiatura del film scritta insieme a Scott Silver. Sul frontespizio spicca il titolo del sequel, Joker: Foliè a Deux. I…

[forourbly]

• • • 🌟 ¡Hola, Blýng, Blýng! Sé que no nos conocemos mucho pero las pocas veces que pude interactuar contigo me caíste súper bien. Un recuerdo gracioso que tengo sobre ti es cuando me cambié de cuenta, te diste cuenta mucho tiempo después de que era Serena/Massiel y creías que era nueva JSJDJSKA siempre tan despistado. Otro recuerdo podría ser hace poquito en el baby shower de abejorrito, cuando jugábamos los juegos del hambre, me hiciste reír mucho con todo lo que decías. Quizás compartimos muchas cosas más como actividades en foliè pero mi memoria de Dory no me permite recordarlo, lo que sí recuerdo es que eres una persona muy linda y divertida por eso hoy en tu cumpleaños deseo que logres sentirte amado por todos tus seres queridos. Sigue brillando, sigue siendo tan ocurrente y creativo. ¡Feliz cumpleaños!

—Con amor, Belle.

[drumsofth3cityrain]

I JUST LEARNED WHAT FOLIÈ A DEUX MEANS IN ENGLISH THEY'RE SO CLEVER WHAT THE FUCK

[drchenquill]

Foliè ~ Chapter 11

The Village

Trigger warning: GORE

(took a while to finish it, because it went through a lot of rewriting. It's my first time writing something with gore so I was a bit insecure. I hope you'll like it~)

I hated every step that brought us closer. I hated her because she didn't give us a detour. I also hated him a little because he walked towards run-down houses with a stupid smile, as if he were walking through a field of flowers. The village was small, not even twenty houses to be seen. The roofs were broken, with holes that let the bright sun shine in. I had goose bumps all over my body and my legs twitched as if they were telling me to run. But I didn't. "I don't see anything bad, do you?" the man asked me. "I don't care, let's move," I hissed, slightly irritated. He let some air out of his nose in annoyance and said, "You know, you were more charming when you were clinging anxiously to my arm." I rolled my eyes and increased my pace, wanting to get this all over with. This was just another thing to bully us in some way. She wanted us to tremble in fear. "Listen, this village is deserted, I mean…" the man's voice rang out. He pointed to the crumbling and clearly empty houses. "It couldn't be more deserted. So we can take it easy, maybe we'll find something to nibble on. I may look like a dead man, but I eat like a living one." He then grabbed me by the shoulders and started to push me slowly past the houses. "It's not so bad, okay? Haven't you ever been in an abandoned house at a carnival? It's not much different." I didn't know if he was trying to reassure me or pull my leg. "It's not the same here. There's no danger to life at carnivals." I hissed at him and tried to shake him off me. "At the boring ones, maybe." he replied with a laugh. "Can't we just keep walking? If you want to eat so bad, we can go find berries or some shit." From the disgusted look on his face, I went with the assumption that he didn't like my idea. I didn't actually want to eat, no, I didn't feel the need. When did I stop feeling hungry? Is that part of the madness? No, I saw insane things eating, grotesque things, but they ate. Was this perhaps a personal punishment? Did she hate me for some reason? We stopped abruptly when we heard a noise from one of the houses. Singing. My whole body shuddered and the great need to run came over me, but she spoke.

"Stay"

I froze, as did the dead man behind me, whose grip on my shoulder tightened. A man came out of one of the houses. He was humming to himself and seemed to be searching for something with his gaze, then he caught sight of us. He had ice-blue eyes, his porcelain-colored skin littered with small scratches. He stood there, eyes wide open, staring at us. His dark hair was well-groomed, which is more than I can say for his clothes. He tilted his head and smiled. "Well, I didn't know we were expecting guests. Are you travelers?" His expression showed pleasure, but his voice was flat and monotone. "Yes, we're just passing through and were about to move on." I managed to explain with the hope that he would let us go. "Then you must be hungry. Come on! Me and my wife were just about to start lunch." I shook my head vigorously, but his smile fell. He stopped without a word, barely blinking and stared at us with lifeless eyes. He took a step towards us. My instincts screamed to run, but an arm was swung around my waist and gently pulled closer as the dead man beside me said, "It would be our pleasure, sir." With panic coursing through my veins, I looked up at him with the hope that I had misunderstood him, but seeing the fear in his eyes, I fell silent. "What a happy surprise! Come, come, Agatha is already waiting." The man beamed with joy again as he invited us into his cottage.

"You young people are so restless these days, you always have somewhere to go," joked the gentleman as he stepped inside. The dead man laughed lightly and played good guest while his nails dug into my hips in fear. The living room was small, but well kept. It was clean, tidy and there were some pictures of the couple on the walls. "Agatha, dear, I hope you've cooked enough." the man said with a laugh as he stepped into the kitchen with us. I bit my tongue almost bloody to keep from screaming. At the head of the table, our eyes met Agatha's. She sat there lifelessly, her hollow eyes staring into nothingness. Her skin was cracked, with small holes from which larvae crawled, feasting on her once delicate skin. Her hair, or what was left of it, was carefully braided into a pigtail. She wore a new-looking sleeveless dress that slipped easily off her body. I fought the urge to vomit when I saw the hole covered in flies and wasps and larvae above her left breast. A hole where the heart must have once been. Small cuts and missing pieces of skin were on her arms laid on the table. Her mouth hung open as if she was still screaming for mercy in her death. The stench was horrible, the sound of insects feeding invaded my mind. My gaze wandered. A small whimper escaped me as I turned and the man stood in front of me, so close that the tips of our noses were almost touching. His footsteps had been quiet, I hadn't heard him coming. With a jerk, I was pulled backwards by the dead man beside me. "What an inviting dwelling you have, dear sir," he said, but the man didn't take his eyes off me. "Are you proud?" he asked me and my heart stopped for a moment. What did he mean? Proud of what?

"Of your deeds."

That didn't help me. I wanted to leave so badly. If there was a God, I would pray to him now to free me from this hell. The dead man gently pulled me to a chair. "We won't be long, just a quick bite. We don't want to disturb you lovebirds for too long." I had hardly realized how scared I was, only when I slowly placed my hand on the table did I see how much I was shaking. "Agatha has prepared something delicious for us," the man said happily. "I'll be right back." For some reason, he moved away from the kitchen to get the "food". As soon as he was out of sight, I turned to the dead man next to me, my breathing ragged. "I want to leave! Let's get out of here, please, I beg you." I sounded like a wuss, but my pride was secondary at the moment. "We're staying. He wants us to stay. God knows I'd rather eat what he's prepared than beg for my life because we pissed him off." he said. My heart stopped. I could hardly breathe. My eyes twitched briefly to Agatha's lifeless body, whose holes that were once her eyes seemed to be looking in my direction. Panicked, I shook my head as I turned to the man next to me. "No, no, no, you can't ask me to do that. I don't want to, please let's-" I fell silent as his large hand gripped the back of my neck, pulling me towards him. Our foreheads leaned against each other as he whispered quietly, "We're doing this, we can do this. I'll make sure nothing happens to us. You have my word, little mouse." The sigh that escaped me was shaky, but I nodded. He smiled. That damn smile that makes my heart pound. "Here I am, sorry to have kept you waiting." We turned to our host and I felt a cry catch in my throat. He placed the food on the table. In front of me was a crushed, bashed-in, hollowed-out skull of a creature that was barely recognizable. Larvae had already started to nibble on it, and it stank so much that my eyes watered.

"Bon appetit."

I want to leave.

~~~

chapter 10/chapter 12

Tag list 🥰: @theink-stainedfolk , @frostedlemonwriter , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @rivenantiqnerd

(if anyone wants to be added or taken off, feel free to reach out~)

[magpiebeetle-moved]

im on to foliè now bc i’m crying in the club

[ao3feed-mavin]

À Là Foliè

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zAiPDF

by Deviless

In a maddening game for the crown, one is asked a single question. Will it all be worth it in the end, for the power?

Words: 3577, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of One Shots

Fandoms: Achievement Hunter

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Geoff Ramsey, Jack Pattillo, Ryan Haywood, Gavin Free, Michael Jones, Ray Narvaez Jr., Jeremy Dooley

Relationships: raywood - Relationship, Mavin - Relationship, Jermwood - Relationship, Ryan Haywood/Ray Narvaez Jr., Jeremy Dooley/Ryan Haywood, Michael Jones/Gavin Free

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Achievement Hunter Kings, Kings AU, Minecraft Kings, Betrayal, Murder, Romance, Blood and Gore

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2zAiPDF

[waiting4afriend]

Saremo andate alle foliès o come porcodio si scrive

[keplerrol]

• Nombre: Gustave Adrien. • Apellidos: Barrel.   

vEdad: 28 años. • Raza/Planeta de origen: Lares. • Ocupación: Inspector de policía. • Habilidad: Electrokinesis. • Historia: —Provenientes del planeta Lares, los Barrel se mudaron a la Tierra cuando Gustave y su hermana Foliè tenían respectivamente cinco y un año de edad. Ambos progenitores buscaban ser partícipes de una vida mejor, pues en su planeta de origen su calidad de vida no era ni mucho menos buena. Por ello, decidieron que la Tierra podría proporcionarles esa estabilidad. —Se instalaron en París, Francia, donde su padre encontró un trabajo en la “Police Nationale”, donde iría escalando puestos hasta convertirse en Inspector Jefe. Aquello hizo que el dinero llegara rápidamente, haciendo que la familia pasara de comer una vez al día a vivir entre lujos. Por ese mismo hecho, a pesar de tratar a Foliè de manera cariñosa, con Gustave siempre se mostró realmente estricto: le inculcaba los valores que a él le interesaban, e incluso cuando ya fue algo más mayor se encargó de entrenarlo; supuestamente para hacerlo más fuerte y que en un futuro ingresara también en el cuerpo nacional de policía. De este modo, su futuro estuvo planeado desde un principio. —Su padre murió poco tiempo después, cuando él tenía unos doce años de edad y, como sus padres se habían divorciado años antes a causa de las disputas, pasó casi toda su infancia entre la casa de su abuelo —que llevaba viviendo en la Tierra desde mucho antes que ellos se incorporaran— y la de su madre. Como él no quería ir con su madre, su abuelo luchó por quedarse con él alegando que era una empresaria alcohólica sin escrúpulos. —Se crió entre buenos modales, dinero y gente falsa. Él siempre pensó que las personas no eran auténticas así que decidió encerrarse en los libros y en sus estudios, ignorando incluso a su madre. —Con la llegada de la adolescencia y a pesar de haber tenido siempre calificaciones excelentes, la situación con su madre y hermana acabó por afectarle. El chico empezó a forjar una personalidad bastante problemática. Los profesores comenzaron a fijarse en él y no precisamente por sus notas: solía saltarse clases, e incluso lo habían pillado saltándose las normas. Aunque aquella faceta no era solo dentro del instituto, pues casi siempre llegaba a casa con moratones. —Con su abuelo las cosas eran muy diferentes: era un hombre liberal, que vivía en una pequeña casa entre el bosque. Fue gracias a aquel hombre que el chico comprendió que quería seguir los pasos de su padre y convertirse en policía. A pesar de que este último no hubiera expresado el cariño como debía en su día, Gustave siempre había sentido admiración por él y su muerte había resultado un duro golpe. —Cuando acabó sus estudios marchó a trabajar a Nueva York, ciudad donde gran parte del conflicto a causa de la ruptura de los pactos se estaba desarrollando. Allí se hizo con un pequeño trabajo como policía en el departamento de la ciudad, que a medida que los años pasaron acabó convirtiéndose en uno de los más importantes cargos. —A pesar de no agradarle el contacto con nadie ajeno, no distingue entre razas, por lo que se muestra a favor de la convivencia entre las razas y en contra de la invasión. • Personalidad: —Adora pasar el tiempo encerrado en sí mismo o en los libros. —No es que sea tímido sino que considera la humanidad como un gran error. —Se pone nervioso cuando hay una persona estúpida cerca de él porque lo considera como una pérdida de su tan preciado tiempo. —Se rige completamente por la lógica: lo que es lógico está bien, y quien no actúa según sus principios no merece siquiera su tiempo. Por otro lado, es bastante curioso, aunque intenta frenarse constantemente y no preguntar más de la cuenta. • FC: Chris Wood.

[drchenquill]

Foliè - Chapter 12

Dinnertime

Trigger warning: VIOLENCE

"It's been a while since we've had visitors, hasn't it dear?"

Our host turned affectionately to his wife's body. He then laughed slightly and nodded. "You're right about that. Aren't you?" His ice-blue eyes twinkled at us. My mouth was dry, my throat swallowing any begging that wanted to slip out of me.

"But of course. Those are wise words, ma'am." said the dead man next to me. He was playing along. He responded to every word, no matter how crazy, with calm, as if he had the script to this freak show. Unfortunately, I didn't have one and now, against my will, I had to become the observer of this spectacle.

"That looks delicious, doesn't it?"

I widened my eyes and turned to the dead man next to me. His look was warning, as if to remind me what a shitty situation we were in.

He then jerked his head slightly, indicating for me to turn.

The man stared at me with wide open, bloodshot eyes. He wanted an answer.

I forced a smile and said, "It's really delicious."

"That's a terrible smile. You look like someone put a corpse in front of you. Oh, sorry, I forgot, he actually did."

You fucking whore. As soon as I find you-

"Are you going to kill me? I hope so."

I didn't realize I could hate someone as much as I hated her. So she wanted to play? Not with me.

"With all due respect, sir, but we need to get moving." I stood up slowly and turned to the dead man. I flinched. I had never seen so much anger in those dark eyes before, I almost sat down again.

"It's dinnertime though."

Agatha's husband said slowly. He looked up at me without lifting his head. The whites of his eyes were sickly, with bursted veins. The pupils large, as if devouring the blue.

"We'll stay, of course. We wouldn't want to waste Agatha's fine meal."

Said the dead man with a forced smile. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me down. Through clenched teeth, he whispered, "Stay. Seated."

He couldn't force me, he couldn't give me orders. Who did he think he was, that he could tell me what to do?

They could all fuck off. Him and her. They pushed me around with no consideration. Because of them, I was now sitting with a madman who could kill us without flinching.

"I'm leaving," I whispered just as angrily. I saw his eye twitch, but no comment came.

"Tell me, where are you from? Where are you going?" our host wanted to know. He didn't get an answer from me, I didn't even look up at him.

"It's a long story," said the dead man next to me.

"We have time, don't we? Agatha?"

Everyone turned to the corpse. The holes, the stench, I couldn't stand it.

The dead man next to me must have sensed something was wrong and put his big hand on my leg as if to stop me from getting up.

I felt my mind slowly crawling into a deep hole in the far corner of my brain.

The world around me became muffled background noise.

"Are you hiding from the truth?"

I protected myself from the truth.

"I won't allow you to!"

I screamed as our host hammered his hands on the table with force. He was breathing heavily and slowly raised his eyes. His eyes were darting around. He babbled to himself, meaningless words. Was that her doing?

"Yes. I enlightened him to the truth you're afraid of."

I didn't have time to question her words as the man stood up from his chair with a jerk. We held our breath. Without making any quick movements, the dead man stood up beside me, his hand around my upper arm to pull me up.

"We don't want to take up too much of your time. We'll leave-"

"She's telling me about you. She warned me, she told me you'd deny it." the man murmured. His eyes fixed on me.

"Are you proud?" he asked with complete calm.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you proud?"

I was pulled slightly. "Goodbye, sir."

The dead man tried to leave, but I was frozen, caught by the gaze of the man in front of us.

"Are you proud?"

I could have screamed with rage. What was that supposed to mean?

"No answer, no answer, no answer." he whispered as he shook his head.

I hadn't seen it coming. Everything happened so quickly, so suddenly. The host grabbed a fork and lunged at me. I could only scream as the dead man next to me threw himself in between and his hand was pierced by the teeth of the fork. A pained scream escaped his throat as the man jerked the fork from his now bleeding hand.

I stumbled backwards over the chair. My butt hit the floor. The host jumped onto the table and tried to get to me, but the dead man was quicker. He grabbed the host's ankle and pulled. He fell to the floor with a loud thud.

I was pulled roughly to my feet and pushed towards the door. My breath raced and my heart pounded.

He yanked the door open and pushed me out.

I could barely hold myself up, but forced myself to run. I didn't get far, though, because the host was quick. My head whipped back to make sure the dead man was coming with me, but stood facing the man who probably wanted me dead. Where was the dead man? Had he abandoned me?

I stumbled backwards, my legs losing their stability. Would I meet my end this way? Killed by a madman?

"Please…" I whispered to him as he slowly came to me.

"You can save yourself that. Everything is your fault, that's why you'll pay"

I no longer understood anything. Fault? Mine? For what?

"I beg you, let us go. We don't want to hurt anyone." I begged him, but my words were like air.

He raised the fork he was holding in a tight grip and pointed it forcefully at me. The dead man's blood dripped from the teeth of the cutlery.

"Because of you, Agatha-" His words were swallowed up and a scream erupted from his throat in their place.

He held his head and bent forward, whimpering.

Behind him stood the dead man with a large stone, now slightly stained with blood, firmly in his grasp.

With a shaky breath, I smiled weakly and wanted to call him to me so we could get away, but he struck again with the stone.

And again.

And again.

And again.

His gaze was blank as he sat full force on the upper body of the now pathetically begging host.

"Stop it," I said in alarm, but he struck again.

I had to cover my ears because I couldn't stand the sound of the bones breaking and the man wailing.

When the dead man lashed out again, I screeched, "Stop it!"

He stopped.

His eyes were wide open as he turned to me. "What are you still doing here? Get lost-"

I screeched, loud and unrestrained. The dead man dropped the stone and grabbed his bleeding throat. The host had rammed the fork into the tender skin of his throat with full force. He gargled with his own blood as he staggered to his feet. I saw his skin become flawless. His hair grew short and black. His eyes changed color. He was slowly becoming himself, which meant he was dying.

I reached out my shaky hands towards him, but I was careless. Pain spread to the back of my head. I gasped for air as I collapsed to the ground. The last thing I caught was the host leaning over me with the stone. When it came into contact with my face, everything went black in an instant.

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chapter 11/chapter 13

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Foliè - Chapter 16

Changes

Trigger warning: almost sexual content

I didn't know that human lips were so soft and warm.

I didn't know you could lose yourself in something as simple as a kiss.

I didn't know my body would tingle and heat up as he placed his hands on my cheeks to deepen the kiss.

I widened my eyes as he pushed me down on the bed, now lying on top of me. His lips never parted from mine as his hands began to caress my hips. Cold fingers slipped under the fabric of my shirt and spread over the warm skin of my bare hips.

Soon after, he removed his soft lips from mine, eliciting a soft moan from mine.

His large hand traveled up my stomach, pushing the shirt further up.

“So soft...” he whispered before kissing my earlobe, which made me shiver. I felt hot, my fingers tingling with the desire to touch him. And so I did. I stroked through his hair, over his neck, felt the muscles in his shoulder as he leaned down to caress my neck with his lips.

Is this what it felt like to be desired? It was heaven on earth. The warmth that ran through my body, his gaze that told me more than any whispered word. His lips that touched me like something precious. His hands that explored me.

But I widened my eyes in surprise as he pulled me closer to him. My cheeks heated up and my breath hitched as he pressed his body against mine. I felt everything as he captured my lips with his again. My legs wrapped around his hips.

His kisses roamed my skin as he whispered endearments. He praised me, leaving me floating on cloud nine.

He kissed down my body. My breathing quickened with each new kiss. Suddenly, I felt his fingers on the edge of my waistband. My heart pounded as he looked up to ask my permission. Before I could answer, however, she came.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! This is my body! It's mine! You stole it and now you're defiling it! STOP IT!"

I violently pushed the dead man off me and held my head. It throbbed because of her screaming. It was so loud, so fucking loud. My vision was blurred, my eyes vibrated, my breathing raced. She was using her powers on me, trying to torture me. I screamed. I screamed to drown out her screams. My ears were throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. My hands tangled in my hair as I pulled at it. My screams drowned out her shrieks until I could only hear myself.

I was shaken aggressively by the shoulder. Ridden with panic, I began to thrash around until two strong hands grabbed my wrists and pinned me to the bed.

“Stop it!”

His deep voice echoed through the ruins of the house. I fell silent. Even she fell silent.

“Please... stop.”

He rested his forehead on mine and took a deep breath. The room was silent, filled only with our deep breathing. I felt something bubble up, something that had never happened in my endless life. I sobbed. Salty tears flowed down my cheeks as I avoided his worried gaze and stared up at the dark sky.

I could no longer suppress it. I had to face the truth.

It was my fault.

Everything was my fault. I had destroyed lives and driven people to their deaths. This man who had managed to warm my immortal, cold heart was suffering because of me. I had taken everything from him and he didn't even know it. He showered me with affection, unaware that his lips had touched the lips of the deity who had destroyed his life. I had stolen a young woman's body. I had deceived her and betrayed her trust. I deserved hate and anger. I could deal with that, I knew how to deal with people's hatred. But this, this suffocating guilt?

I had changed and I hated it. I had become weak, I had become human. And that scared me.

“I'm sorry...” I whispered. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” The dead man grabbed my face so I could look into his dark eyes, which were full of worry. “Shh, shh... What's wrong? What are you sorry for? Talk to me, little mouse."

I press my hands over my eyes to keep the tears from falling, but they were stronger than me. “It's my fault... everything is my fault,” I sobbed. His strong arms wrapped around me as he hugged me tightly. “Shh... shh...” He pressed his lips against my forehead as he laid us down. All I could feel was his warmth as it enveloped me.

I buried my face in his chest and clung to his shirt like my life depended on it. I wanted to forget everything, this guilt, this terrible guilt that had caught up with me after all these years.

“Sleep, little mouse. You'll feel better.” he whispered, stroking my back. If only he knew... how would he look at me if he knew he was embracing “The Madness”? How would he look if he knew about the misdeeds I had committed? I didn't want to know. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to escape from those thoughts. You have changed. I know. You hate change. I know. Because of him? Yes. Do you regret it? No. Is he really that important to you? ... Yes. So the deal is sealed? Yes.

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chapter 15/chapter 17

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