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@bedlamwytch.bsky.social
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"I need a back massage, my shoulders are tight."
I appreciate those trousers.
#ThrowbackThursday to his time as Matthew Roydon.
@bedlamwytch.bsky.social will appreciate this. 😘❤️
“I dreamed of my mother last night, but she had a new job and no time for me at all.”
“I can point to them now. Through your clothing. If you want.”
"Oh... The next time ve are alone together you should show me vhat you mean..."
That little dip on each side of your very lower stomach.
"I don't think so? I don't really remember. I probably hurt someone."
...

"Did anyone hurt you?"
"Yes please, I would really appreciate that."

"I am covered in blood. But it's my own, which is far less fun."
"I think my ear gets sore because they drilled a hole in it once. Because I said it hurt."
“It’s fine now… just sore sometimes.”
"Here, let me look."

He was trained medically. He wasn't so unfamiliar with ear aches.
“I think I just lay on it funny.”

“And it wasn’t funny.”
“I think I just lay on it funny.”

“And it wasn’t funny.”
It’s a cold night again.

She’s got the electric blanket on.
"You know that noise is considered rude? It's just a way to make me talk more and fill in the gap in the conversation because you're either too lazy, or too coy to say what you're really thinking."
There was a gun pointing at her, she ignored it, still trying to figure out which one was the bad one, and who was needing to be saved.
"Hey you two bad guys..." Strong start. Voice only wavering a little as she pointed a finger at the two (goons? bad guys?) who were definitely up to no good. "You shouldn't be doing that."

Beating someone else up.

"Unless he's really the bad guy? This is confusing." -
"You can call me Wytch."

Later she might offer him a name, but not yet.

As for the trouble, she wasn't going to climb over a dumpster, so she stepped in a way very few humans could step, making it seem like she teleported. Moving from point a to point c, bypassing point dumpster. -
Hell's Kitchen was also full of minds on the edge of sanity. Anger and desperation clawed at them, an easy thing to manipulate if you were naturally gifted at such things.

Even easier to track down.

Anger and fear drew her towards an alley hidden behind a dumpster. -
"No, but my shoulders wouldn't hurt so much."

"Probably."
"Would you have been satisfied at five?"
“It’s how many I did but I think that maybe I should have stopped at five. I think maybe five stabs is enough.”
“That, too. Yes.”
"Hypothetically...right?"
“How many stabs is the optimum amount of stabs?”
“It’s how many I did but I think that maybe I should have stopped at five. I think maybe five stabs is enough.”
“Is thirty-eight too many?”
"Preferably one, but it varies on target and implement realistically."
“How many stabs is the optimum amount of stabs?”
“How many stabs is the optimum amount of stabs?”
"Just like yesterday?"
"Seems ve're in for a fun time..."
"They're pretty when they're covered in dew."

Wait...

"Oh... Oh. I think they're fun!"
"They're pretty when they're covered in dew."

Wait...

"Oh... Oh. I think they're fun!"
"How do you feel about Spider vebs...?"

A raised eyebrow.
“Not blood, no….”

“Maybe other …. Fluids….”