russianwater replied to your post: 　

[[Go to their ask bby ;o; tell them they bother you and ask them to tag ;w; I have to do that with spider posts so I know your feel. Sadly my savior also blocks spiderman. So i have to venture every so often that it’s not a spider………]]

[[ Noo;; I don’t think I could do that;; It’s too infrequent for me to do that. I mean, if they popped up more often then yeah, I would mention something maybe. It would just be nice if people always tagged things appropriately, but I know that won’t happen. Oh well;; ]]

The Nightmare

forever-albion:

Arthur’s breath hitched as he spotted the bedraggled figure who crept around the corner of the room.  Bloody hell, the boy looked positively dreadful, like he hadn’t eaten or slept in days; the pitiful sight sent his heart aching. But what hurt more was the sense of wrongness that seemed to exude from him, that the person before him wasn’t really Matthew, and there was only one way he could tell for sure.  

With a deep breath, he mentally grasped for the edges of his Sight and pulled, the world around him suddenly flooding with colour and light and his sight extending past the natural world.

Now instead of just Matthew there stood another figure, hunched over yet still towering above him as it occupied the same space as the younger nation, little more than an emanciated skeleton and reeking of death.  Branching out from its skull came a pair of impressive antlers, in addition to the wicked claws and jagged teeth snarling at him from behind torn lips, every inch of the malviolent spirit screaming predator.  Jaundiced eyes stared boldly back at the Brit’s own glowing green, obviously pleased at the way it’d bound Matthew to it like a puppet to its master.

Arthur felt sick to his stomach.

“That’s quite far enough,” he replied conversationally, though there was a hint of steel in his cool eyes as he slowly drew his wand out of his pocket.  Fuck subtly; there was no sense pretending to be unarmed at this point.  ”Don’t you dare play me for a fool.  I know very well that you Saw me… did you honestly think I’d catch sight of that lovely face of yours and not do a damned thing about it?”  He extended the wand towards them, though more for his own defence than anything else.  Arthur still had no idea what it was he was looking at, and without some knowledge there was no way he could hope to help the man caught in its clutches.  “Name yourself, creature.  Why do you ride this man?”

A smile would have spread across his face if he had not been cut off like that, stilled by that voice of the other’s. He didn’t like that. He really did not like that; a man like him shouldn’t have any control over him but there would be no sense in angering the other man just yet. It had been clearly obvious that he wasn’t like the others—similar to Matthew and yet—there was something special about him that seemed to have lasted all these long years. It wasn’t something that was easy to put a finger on and yet it had been blaringly obvious. Those striking green eyes were impressive and yet comparable to a small dog cornered and trying to intimidate. It was almost laughable, but eyes still locked on the other man, he shook his head with a bit of a tremble to it only to soon press it against the wall hard, and face rather blank.

“No good. No—good.” Those eyes finally moved down to stare at the wand pointed toward him, brows furrowing just a touch, before snapping back up to stare yet again into the other man’s eyes. “You would—I knew you would come. You had to. You would.” Panic seemed to flash across those eyes of his for a short moment—leaking into his voice—as he seemed to lean more against the wall, as though he’d fall without it. “Can’t—You can’t say no. Not to me. You can’t.” Fingers digging and clinging to the wall, he leaned just a little closer to Arthur, head leaning forward. The features of his face relaxed soon enough, and he took a step forward, letting go of the wall with another step. He stopped none too far from the outreaching wand, though seemed to pay it no mind whatsoever, as if it wasn’t even there.

There was a long silence of just those yellow, muddied eyes staring into a vibrant, uncanny emerald, as though he were examining the other’s very being; in a sense, this wasn’t incorrect. With a slight tilt of the head, it was almost subconscious the way he began to bite on his slightly bloodied and chapped lower lip, clear evidence that this was far from the first time he had gnawed on that particular piece of flesh.

“You don’t—don’t remember, though. That’s—no good. No good.” A hand raised up, shaking a little as it did, wanting to touch the other man’s arm, and those eyes grew more desperate as his voice quieted. “You forgot. How could you forget—forget me?” that voice started to sound too much like Matthew for a moment, “When I need you most—you forget.” There was a faint shine to his eyes, though it was soon masked and wide, unnatural smile for that soft face spread. “Remind—you need a reminder. No good. You need a reminder.” That hand, lingering in the air finally grabbed onto that arm, gripping tight.

“Don’t forget. Don’t—ever—forget. Who I am.” That smile disappeared. The sentence that followed had been said with such seriousness, and clearly not in English; it had rolled too smoothly over his tongue as he spoke, very unlike before.

                                                    “  I am the Witiko, and this is my vessel.  ”

forever-albion replied to your post: 　

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