justoscar: (worn down)
Oscar 'Little Cute Boy' Pine ([personal profile] justoscar) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2022-05-05 02:50 am (UTC)

We're... safe.

[It was hard to imagine, not when the host of this party had eyes that seemed like lights gleaming from the endless abyss of Grimm ichor in which Salem had tried to drown herself--and from which she gained the bulk of her fell power. A part of Oscar held fast to a singular thread of doubt... and yet, it was so easy to wrap his shaking fingers around the other boy's.

He frowned. With his world spinning, all he knew for certain was that he too wanted to be released from this strange existence. Such a boon, however, was not an option.]


Are we really? We're surrounded by blood and death. It... doesn't seem that safe.

[His glassy gaze flickered to one of the nearby skeletons that moved about the party, serving up drinks and other confections. Death was still death, no matter how much paint and glitter it was gilded in.]

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