#pouts when you don't reply quickly and god forbid you don't pick up a call... he will panic and he will come look for you lmao

[gojoest]

hii do you see gojo as a golden retriever boyfriend? and do you think he would be with a feisty/grumpy gf and what that would be like?

yes yes yes!!! he's so golden retriever bf coded so clingy so full of love and so pouty when he's got to be away from his partner~ he'd have so much fun with a fiesty/grumpy s/o i like to think but the question is if they can handle him bc, as we all know, gojo is a notorious menace and will push their buttons to earn a flustered reaction any given day (finds it cute) 😩 why is this so gojohime tho ksjdh anyway!

will use a reference from another anime bc it's literally gojo and fits this dynamic so well 💀

[darkshadows93]

Tyger, Tyger in the Night- A Welcome to Night Vale/Tiger's Curse Story. Chapter 2: Ebony Eyes

Written by DarkShadows93

Rating: Teen (but subject to change)

Paring: Cecilios

Orginally posted on Archive of Our Own

Previous chapter: https://darkshadows93.tumblr.com/post/177498334192/tyger-tyger-in-the-night-chapter-1

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~ “ Every time you take one path, you must live the memory of the other: of a life left unchosen.”-- Katherine Arden, The Girl in the Tower.  ~

A Hundred Years Ago

Darkness shrouded his eyes as he felt himself stumble forward towards the ground, his knees slamming into the hard earth. Cecil seethed in pain as his body fell forward, his arms tired behind his back preventing to ease the fall. As his face touched the dirt, the gritty texture filling his mouth as he took a long single breath to ease the pain as he heard the sound of a second body falling behind him. When was there a second one?

The ever so familiar snarls of the Ringmasters filled the dark void that surrounded him. Their hot retched breath making the air impossible to breathe. A single claw grazed across his back, forcing him to sit up and the blindfold falling from his face. Even then, it was still impossible to see. Cecil turned his head toward his supposed company to find only a shadow.

“Hell-” the shadow started say in a jubilant tone before a loud roar echoed around them sending Cecil onto his back. He struggled to get onto his knees, his hands still bounded to his back were useless to push up his weight. As he managed to painfully get onto his knees he was staring a series of blood red eyes focused at him and his company. Cecil had the longest time believed that the Ringmasters were a series of men who traveled and spoke in a group but that was part of the magic of Night Vale. Not everything you can see in Night Vale is real, even the longest inhabitants could still fall for the magic. The Ringmasters released another snarls, sending a wave of rotten air towards the pair. The snarl was not intended for Cecil, he learned as his violet eyes glanced over to his company. It was intended for the shadow as he was laughing. An overly exaggerated cheerful laugh. Why was he laughing?

“Oh dear…” The man chuckled gleefully as he dislocated his wrists to free himself of his bindings. The pain didn't seem to bother him it was more of motivation, “I did get us in a load of trouble, didn't I Cecil?” the voice sounded so familiar so dastardly that it made Cecil's stomach churn in protest. 

“Who...are you?” The question escaped from Cecil's mouth like poison from a viper. Cecil tasted bile in his mouth, cringing at it. He recognized that voice. His voice was unforgettable and the laugh would haunted his dreams but he could not when he met him.

“Don't you remember? Because I do….” The Man finally looked up to him and smiled. Moon light glimmered into the darkness as the blood red eyes moved away from them pondering the two's interaction. Cecil was horrified. From the dimmest of light, Cecil saw a horrifying sight. Teeth formed almost into a point, it's white surface spattered with blood, a face that reminded him of days when he used to stare upon himself in a mirror before the ominous fortune from the fortune teller warned him that he was going to die from a mirror. He bore the same third eye in the center of his forehead and tattoos down his arms instead of them bring violet like they always been, they were as black as his eyes. Cold, dark, and ebony. But that smile, no it wasn't a smile- it was a sinister snarl like an animal ready to attack.

Cecil stumbled back astounded at the site before him. He shook his head “No, I don't- oh Gods…no” he whispered as memories finally boiled to the surface.

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Cecil trudged through the muddy grounds of the Circus. The scent of fresh rain lingering in the air muting out the scents of sweet delectables from food stands near by. He looked up the sky, watching as dark menacing clouds tumbled into Circus. A storm looked over them threatening to wash away the illusion Night Vale played on the Outsiders. Cecil knew it was going to be a nasty storm just as the air tasted of charged electricity. He quickly adjusted his purple poncho over his arms to prepare for the chilled air that started to sweep through the tents and stands. He knew he had to be home soon.

The part of the Circus that Cecil called home was dark and deserted like a vast desert. As performers left their homes, as the strange creatures and animals left their cages and cases to go perform for the Outsiders it left the residential area abandoned like a ghost town. The tents flapped with the cold wind, blowing over empty bottles playing a single depressed note. It was truly a ghost town just how Cecil preferred some days.

Being the Voice of Night Vale had its perks. He did not have to physically perform, his body small and slender unable to do must stunts. He performed by using his voice. A dark, low, smooth voice like caramel to tell stories from the shadows. Stories that came to life in vivid imagery in the eyes of his listeners. A performance that drew crowds that made him bask in the power that was his voice. He was also tasked to relay the news and currently weather reports to the rest of the many performers and workers of Night Vale. After all he was just a voice. A voice that did not have to be seen.

Cecil trudged down the empty walkway, mud pulling at his bare feet. He had lost his inflated sponge sandals at the beginning of his journey but it didn't seem to bother him. The sky above him started to spit rain onto him in slow drops. He stopped at a crossroad, his eyes focused at the dark clouds questioning the appearance of the rain. Cecil never once questioned his existence. He had always questioned and even rebelled against the rules of the Circus resulting in many reeducations and memory loss. But this time he questioned why he felt empty. Why did he feel like he was missing something? Something in his long life that was important. Questioning one's purpose could cause trouble so he was quick to push it aside. Another time Cecil. Another time.

The rain had begun to pick up now, drenching his moonlight colored hair and poncho. Cecil shook his head ridding of the excess water and clearing his head as he rushed back to his home. He had so many things to look forward to at home. He had Khoshekh, his hovering cat.He had his personal writing project that he wanted published. He had homemade coffee. He had a life that remained hidden from the Circus. But he never made it that far. As Cecil approached the wooden door of his home, his hand reaching out for safety. He caught the bitter metallic scent of fresh blood against the fresh clean rain.

“No! Stop-!” A shriek cut through the pounding thunder just as a crack of lightning flashed overhead.

Cecil lowered his hand and turned his head towards the sound. Another flash of lighting revealed a pair of shadows dancing across the rent canvas, their movements in a dance of violence. A high shrill of laughter sent a chill down Cecil's spine as a glimmer of metal reflected off of lightning. A dying scream pierced the air afterwards.

Cecil slowly walked down the steps of his home back into the rain. Curious and intrigued, Cecil knew that Night Vale had its moments of violence that never grew out of hand. It had its moments where some odd bizarre oddity would threatened the well being of the Circus but it never grew serious. But this was different, Cecil just wasn't sure how.

Cecil pressed his body against a forgotten cart, his violet eyes widening as he watched the final confrontation between a man who looked nearly identical to him. He was neither tall or short, thin or fat. He was almost exact copy. The man wore a black smoking jacket inlaid with vibrant gold and in his hands held a bloodied knife up to a dark skinned woman. The front of her small, thin body was painted with blood. Her skin paling as her entire life force spilled from her body.

“Now, now Vanessa… you should have never told me no.” The man spoke gleefully hissing into her ear, his lips kissing the fresh blood from her neck, his hands stained red with blood.

Vanessa's eyes dilated as she choked out blood, spitting it onto his grinning face. She knew she was going to die. She knew she had gone too far in the Circus. Cecil felt sick. The sight before him, the amount of blood spilt and pooling into the mud made his stomach churn. He closed his eyes trying to control it but it was too late. Cecil expelled the contents of his stomach just as Vanessa took her final breath falling limp in her killer's arms.

The man turned his head towards Cecil and laughed. That God forbid sickening laugh enjoying Cecil's misery, “Well Vanessa, it appears that we have a visitor.” He stared at Cecil and smiled. His eyes were black as ebony. Cold, dark and empty. His smile were just pointed teeth painted with blood and gave false joy, “Oh hi there Cecil. I didn't see you there. Enjoy the show? It's for a new performance.”

“You-  you monster!” Cecil growled as he wiped his face of his stomach contents, “you vile sick monster!”

“Aw.. you didn't like it?” The man pouted before looking into the empty lifeless eyes of his victim, “You see that Vanessa? Cecil didn't like it.” He cooed as he played with Vanessa's face, “Oh what are we going to do about that?”

Cecil took a step back preparing to run and find one of the secret microphones to notify the Quartermaster's Secret Guards. The man responded by mirroring his steps, stepping towards him and dragging the girl's body with him, “Stay back! Stay away you-”

“Kevin.” He replied calmly, his sinister grin growing wider, My name is Kevin, Cecil. It is such a pleasure to meet you at last.”

“Stay back!” Cecil felt his back hit the hard surface of a cart, his hands blindly searching for a weapon but finding nothing, “you're not going to get away with this… Kevin . The Quartermaster's Secret Guards will find out about this. They'll-”

“They’re not going to believe you Cecil.” Kevin's voice dropped an octave as he stared at Cecil with his ebony eyes, his smile never faltering, “ they won't believe you...see?” He released a sickening laugh as he tossed Vanessa's body towards Cecil.

Cecil instantly caught her, her blood staining the front of his poncho spreading onto his face and hands. It was absolutely horrifying.

Cecil let Vanessa go, her limp body falling into the mud. He stared at his own body now painted with blood. He looked up to Kevin who was grinning happily satisfied with his actions. Cecil pushed himself away from the cart, walking backwards getting one last burning look of ebony eyes and blood stained smile before running into the darkness.

Stumbling blindly, his heart rushing, lungs burning as they tried to breathe. Cecil felt his knees growing weak as ran mindlessly into the dark. Blood. So much blood. The mere scent of it retching at his very core. The world spun as he ran, the echoes of the monster's laugh plaguing him, the black ebony orbs and blood stained smile still haunting him. Cecil felt so helpless now because of the girl's death. He should have tried to stop him, he should have tried to save her life. The world turned upside down as panic grasped him tightly by the neck.

The rain was down pouring down, the world shrouded by thick layers of rain cleaning the blood from him but scent still remained. Darkness kissed at the corner of his eyes as he tumbled blindly into a tent unable to catch his footing. Cecil stumbled into silence of a long since forgotten enclosure. An enclosure of Angels.