GIRL / NIGHTMARE !

i'm the reincarnation

❛❛  look at me. for once in your entire life. look at me, and see the fangs in my smile. because i was never soft, like you thought. all this time, i was a wolf and you tried to imagine me into a sheep.

of virgin-fucking-mary!

indie & selective

katherine
krueger

from the ANOES franchise
canon divergent
headcanon based


written by lenny
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+  STEFANO .

This criminally  i n s a n e  mental institution, a setting for the  MASSES OF UNSOUND MINDS  to eternally wander through; faces  wiped blank by medications  and lack of daylight. The judge’s voice when being  s e n t e n c e d  still echoed in the midst of crossing the  MENTALLY DERANGED MADMAN’s so twisted mind; hearing them yell to  reach out above his hysterical laughter  in the midst of being taken off by two security guards. The artist got locked away and  i s o l a t e d  from all eyes, yet was free to outstretch his arms till the day security came across the  HARSH LINES OF BLOOD  covering the walls of his cell, a mass of his famous photographs  of one had no clue how they had gotten in there and writing that had been drawn in thick slashes of crimson; APPRECIATE THE ART. Since that day he was trapped within a straitjacket for his  VIOLENCE AND UNPREDICTABLE BEHAVIOUR  to steer full clear of, all the more declared of being  another so classic anti-social psychopath  with exhibit  s a d i s t i c  tendencies of obscure reasonings; it was yet still unclear why he had chosen his longtime friend to become his first to face  THE HORRORS OF HIS TWISTED MIND, and patience had worn off a long time ago as for the artist was  stuck in the same pattern of refusal, only for his lips to part to emit shrieks of  h y s t e r i c a l  and vile laughter. And now here he sat, feeling the friction between fabric and skin in the midst of struggling,  s a l i v a  pooling down his lips as  A SMIRK ENCIRCLED BY CRINKLES PAINTED ITSELF UPON HIS VISAGE; his eye staring deeply into those of the chosen woman before him  as if to intimidate her. Silence fell amongst them, there was no sign of him willing to  r e s p o n d  to her which really did set some of the security guard’s teeth on edge, but jaws soon began to drop once the artist parted his lips to speak: 
❛ Maggie, dear Maggie… I must insist we speak privately, if you truly want to have answers? ❜ 

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             BLUE  ,    piercing   /   unflinching   ,     cold   -    nearly transparent   ;    like shards of unswept glass that'd    cut     when you least expect it    .              she thinks perhaps the scar would be worth it       .        those locks of raven splayed messily across your forehead     &    tiny wrinkles that frame predatory eyes   ,      only contribute to the     warped beauty     of you  .      how stunning   .    she’s unyielding    &    yet  ….       suppceptible to your   glamour       behind the facade she’s grown accostumed to wearing .     ❛         DON’T FALL FOR HIS B —  .    ❜     a guard    HARSHLY    bites his tongue  ,    quelled by an outstretched palm that turns to face him    ,      urging him to     shut the fuck up     in the most subtle   &    effortless  manner she could muster .      she should appreciate the bulging masculinity which oozes from his every pore   ,     screwed into his brain to make him believe in that uniform perhaps he ought to act as some kind of    heroic figure   ,    here to shield     protect the poor  ,    poor doctor from being    mangled    by the diseased hands of insanity   .    poor attempt at communication    -     truly ….      she’s less than willing to heed his warnings .       ❛         if it will make you feel more      COMFORTABLE   ,     mr .   valentini .         ❜      she    relents   ,      bending protocol to your whims  .     surely   ,      not all were as       comfortable     with the decision  .     w h i t e   n o i s e       is all she hears in the background  from security  ,     entirely fixated on you      your chart  ,     dismissal is    blunt   /   cutting    .      ❛        leave   .         ❜      an order  /    command   ,    not request   -    no time for pleasantries   .      “   he’s dangerous .     lady   .    it’s proto—   “         ❛       —-   DOCTOR .           ❜      correction    meant to belittle      it’s the only time she glances backwards .        ❛         my patient claims he is      UNCOMFORTABLE      with your    presence    in the room    .           MY PATIENT     is my   only    concern in here   ,     and you’ve already    wasted     enough of our time so  —–        ❜        enough is    ENOUGH     -      she’ll      bury him       professionally    &    literally    .         he can  ,     like    most animals   ,        feel the danger even if he cannot see it   .      ❛      leave   .     NOW  .         ❜       no protests this time   ,      nothing     -      they begrudgingly exit the room      &      she leans back onto the chair   ,       beady eyes of black skimming over you   ,       pen resting betwixt slender digits  .      the   the prior   sourness     from her speech quickly molts like    heated ice cream    in the sorching summer sun   when it’s directed back at you .       ❛       I UNDERSTAND        you might not feel     compelled       to speak to me  ,    mr .  valentini  —      but i just    want    you to understand    …          i’m not here to      FORCE      words out of you    .        IF     there’s   anything     you may wish to share with me that would be   …     extremely valuable .    for the both of us   .    but it is  ….     your   choice   .         —-   so   when  …      or   if  you feel like it   ,       i’d love to hear about     —    ANYTHING   ,         anything at all     you’d want to talk about    -    your life   ,     your thoughts   ,     your art  …       ❜  

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