[ the garden, thankfully, has plenty of tools that are perfect as weapons in a pinch. roland would know, what with how he had almost killed someone here before. the memories are hazy, but there's no forgetting the spike of adrenaline whenever the urge overwhelms him. but in this form, roland couldn't care less about the pitchfork nearby or the shovel right around the corner, or the shed full of other tools used for gardening...
but never mind that now. roland's got midnight right where he wants him, and with just one swing of his club he could end the other man's life right here. but the flowers around them are too noisy, and it's only midnight's sheer luck that the monster he's facing right now is not as strong as it originally is. ]
You're still breathing. I've been suffocating this entire time... just watching you enjoy yourself.
[ "there's no use trying to wash off blood with no blood." "monsters like us... we don't deserve peace and quiet." ]
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but never mind that now. roland's got midnight right where he wants him, and with just one swing of his club he could end the other man's life right here. but the flowers around them are too noisy, and it's only midnight's sheer luck that the monster he's facing right now is not as strong as it originally is. ]
You're still breathing. I've been suffocating this entire time... just watching you enjoy yourself.
[ "there's no use trying to wash off blood with no blood." "monsters like us... we don't deserve peace and quiet." ]