leviathanlovely

It was so easy for the right nightmare to grip ones heart and pull the nasty trick of convincing them it was reality;

It was all the same as before; A cold, hard box who-knows-where but now they found themselves unable to even beat against the barred wood and surely many feet of dirt between them and the fresh night air The Pupil's lungs begged for. No, there would be no thrashing, bashing, and if the coiling vine cold as Drowners flesh had any say as it crept into the corners of the little thieves eyes, ears and mouth then there would be no seeing, screaming, as hearing was already dedicated to each loud thump of their heart and sweaty swallow from their throat coiled so tight by vines already as to gag them. 

How long would this death take? Often The Pupil thought on Drowners, captivated by a song once experienced by rarity one excursion to the docks; in truth they knew very little about the poor things but drowning? Suffocation? What horror, a terrifying way to die and then what happened next... And death was never a thing to fear, but the before -- the excruciating before. That was this very moment.

Maybe uncovering the horrors of The Neath, attending class with their esteemed Ex-Disgraced Academic as the professor, entertaining Devils at The Embassy, all the ups and downs of these past two weeks had been the real nightmares; haunting and wanting and twisting The Pupil's need for mystery glitz and and glamour into sick apparition and in reality they had been rotting in this box, forgotten--

As their vision blurred into colors they would not be able to describe in the waking world a stray thought passed; At Least Belladonna Wasn't With Me That Night. 

The Preening Macaw's outline flew from the blurred colors and wobbly lines of the wooden coffin. No sound, beak opening and the birds form became clearer, a sudden apparition of indignation bringing with it a stolen gasp of air as the world fell away becoming The Undistinguished Pupil's flat, The busy sounds of The Bazar outside muffled but the demanding caws from the bird pacing in circles across the circumference of their chest was not. 

"Right, right..." Muttered The Pupil, carefully moving the blankets to get up. The other animals were usually patient for another hour or so, but never Belladonna who needed to eat before everyone else in the home to establish some sort of possible? Dominance? Careful not to disturb a peculiar, haunted looking mutt they had found by chance that slept at the foot of their bed, The Pupil was up and preparing their most notable avian companion a morning snack.

(Art by @Royce)

| TOYHOUSE | PINBOARD | PLAYLIST | FALLEN LONDON |

Appearance: Lanky, hardly any taller than 5'6 in 3'' heels. Brackish brown hair with ample bangs to leer through with puckish intent, it's probably taken to a salon regularly and is rather wavy if left to grow out. A cursory glance at their face is most forgettable. Pale skin with cool undertones - the blue of his veins almost give way to a soft green flush - odd, but never you mind that...

Instead let's draw your attention to the Preening Macaw Living it up all lavish like atop this gentle-persons hat. The most distinguishable trait about this pupil is that they dress well to fit for occasions, a cravat or ribbon always tied around their totally secure neck.   

Totally Average. Fret not. Smells a bit like cigarettes, wet earth and something floral.

About: A cutpurse moonlighting as a scholar and socialite. Never satisfied with what they call "walking in circles" this Pupil wants to leave an impression but is still rather low on the social wrung for all their effort thus leaving them "An Undistinguished Pupil," Another face in the crowd.

This want has drawn the attention of a handful of Devils with whom the Pupil entertains the attention of for better or for worse...

Personality: Is attempting to be a Gentle Thief, but such attempts can come off a little too pranky or childish. Underneath the façade is someone who is genuinely caring and dangerously soft. 

Interactions: Catch Them in class on Tuesdays or potentially wandering about nearby the rest of the week! (Just don't look like too easy a mark or you may find your pockets a touch lighter!)

Let's plot!