[Rhys might not be used to the weather, but he knows what killing cold feels like. Any shelter is good shelter at this point, no matter how unsettling.
He's re-thinking that when he wakes up with the itch of 'company' and all those staring plastic eyes. It's almost enough to make him re-think braving the storm outside again, until he realizes that's really not an option. Okay. Deep breath.]
@hexappeal: (text)
Okay, are there places to stay here that AREN'T creepy or did I just hit weird shit jackpot? Toy stores are supposed to be safe. Childhood shit is off limits.
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When there's nothing to do, and no power or television, Rhys is used to entertaining himself the old-fashioned way. Books, drawing...puzzles...so even if it's odd, he'll give it a try. Until the picture takes shape and it's definitely not a Hallmark moment.
Hallmark doesn't tend to make Precious Moments for black magic rites, and when Rhys realizes that he's looking at a picture of two black candles, a jar of blood, a pair of steel scissors and a bunch of marigolds, it's enough to make him drop the piece in his hand like it was a hot coal instead of pressed cardboard.
Jared Rhys | OC Witch
[Rhys might not be used to the weather, but he knows what killing cold feels like. Any shelter is good shelter at this point, no matter how unsettling.
He's re-thinking that when he wakes up with the itch of 'company' and all those staring plastic eyes. It's almost enough to make him re-think braving the storm outside again, until he realizes that's really not an option. Okay. Deep breath.]
@hexappeal: (text)
Okay, are there places to stay here that AREN'T creepy or did I just hit weird shit jackpot? Toy stores are supposed to be safe. Childhood shit is off limits.
4:
When there's nothing to do, and no power or television, Rhys is used to entertaining himself the old-fashioned way. Books, drawing...puzzles...so even if it's odd, he'll give it a try. Until the picture takes shape and it's definitely not a Hallmark moment.
Hallmark doesn't tend to make Precious Moments for black magic rites, and when Rhys realizes that he's looking at a picture of two black candles, a jar of blood, a pair of steel scissors and a bunch of marigolds, it's enough to make him drop the piece in his hand like it was a hot coal instead of pressed cardboard.
"What the fuck."