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foxgloveinspace · 10 months

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Hi, it’s come to my attention I should probably share my Sleep Token Fan Fics on this website, so here is an official post I’ll update and stuff.

I want to say, publicly here, I am Not shipping the band members. I am, shipping their stage personas, and do not want to even think of them off stage in that way (because shipping real people makes me uncomfortable). I have separated the characters and the people who play them so much that I forget I’m even writing about Sleep Token. Ok? Even if they are just playing up their own personalities, they are still putting on a show, and putting on characters.

That being said:

All my Sleep Token fics are in a series (so far). All you need to know is that it’s set in an au where they are not a band, just a cult and a polycule, and Sleep is a loving but mean dom. And it’s all an excuse to write smut about sub!Vessel. Cause I love content where he gets to be a #mess, and I remembered I can make it myself lol.

You need to be logged into your ao3 account to be able to read my fic, I locked them all a few years ago when people where copying fics to other websites with pay walls, and I left them locked. I’m glad I did cause there’s a lot of scams happening right now anyway. Make sure to also read all the tags on the fics! And I usually put trigger warnings in the beginning notes!

Give In Again and Let Me Lay (My Arms Belong Around You)

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Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Vessel/Sleep, background I/II/III/IV (polyvessels), Vessel (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, but theres a tiny tiny bit of plot. Dom/sub,Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mentioned Tentacles (past), Bondage, Cis Vessel (Sleep Token), (sorry about that one), Witch-y Vessel, Non-Human Character, Non-Human Genitalia, (for Sleep), Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep only came to his room for two reasons, the first and most common, was when Sleep wanted Vessel to try some new magic or ritual, ones that would leave him tired enough that he might pass out immediately after. Those were usually his least favorite, the magic and energy draining from him left him feeling empty and hollow for weeks after, and the accomplishment of getting it right eventually was bittersweet, and not fulfilling. He felt useless as Sleep’s weapon in those moments, but he would do what was asked of him.

But the excitement in the way that Sleep had tugged at their link made Vessel shudder, and not in complete apprehension.

Vessel shuts himself in his room, working on a project. He doesn't realize how long it's been since he's left his room to do more than eat, and accidentally worries the others to the point that they get their god involved.

I am the Shadow, You’re the Passenger

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No Archive Warnings Apply, Vessel/II/III/IV, Vessel/iii, Vessel (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, (but so little it's blink and you'll miss it), Not a Band AU, Technically This Is A, Cult AU, Domestic Fluff, Trans II (Sleep Token), Trans III (Sleep Token), light body horror, Do NOT copy to another website

Vessel had felt III’s eyes on him since the beginning of The Punishment, as he had started referring to it in his mind. He had felt all of his other’s eyes on him since the beginning of the Punishment. It had only been a week or so, but it had been obvious with III, as if he hadn’t even been trying to hide it. And knowing III he wasn’t, Vessel would turn and catch his eye, as if III was waiting to catch him out. Vessel still flinched back every time, tried to stop it from happening and only made it worse.

It wasn’t like he was shy about it, as if he was completely insecure about what he had done for his god, it was just that he was unused to being so open, even to the other vessels. And a week without the mask wasn’t going to change that, he doubted even the month would.

Vessel can't sleep, III helps. In the process, III finds out Vessel thinks none of his others like his eyes.

Something You Say or Something You Do (A Taste of the Divine)

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Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Free Use Vessel, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Magic, Cult AU, No band AU, Vessel has a magic vagina in this one (just... read it I guess), Trans II, Trans III, Cis IV, Cis Vessel, yes I know., Dom/sub, Dom II, Dom IV, Switch III, Sub Vessel, Dom Sleep, (but Sleep is not here for this one), Cunnilingus, Long Shot, Vibrators, light body horror

He blinked at the ceiling as Sleep chuckled in his mind, and then Sleep spoke,

“Good morning, my vessels.”

Vessel felt the stirrings from the other bonds, the others greeting their god, and he pushed back on Sleep, a good morning of his own, without words.

“I will not be able to be there today for worship as discussed, I will be around within the next 86 hours,” He felt amusement from the others and himself at the use of specific hours from their god, used to it by now but still so endearing, “but because of this I decided that One shall be yours for the day.”

Or, Vessel wakes up on a morning of worship, only to find out their god has made some changes to him in the night. Oh, and Sleep cannot come that day, so he's giving the Others a treat. Vessel.

Take a Bite (of Me)

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No Archive Warnings Apply, Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), Background Polyvessels, Background II/III/IV/Sleep/Vessel, Sleep (Sleep Token), Vessel (Sleep Token), Biting, Oral, Light Dom/sub, PWP, Blow Jobs, Non-Human Genitalia, so much cum (idk how else to tag this and nothing is coming up oof), Soft Sleep (Sleep Token), Soft Vessel (Sleep Token), Still a little fucky wucky tho? At least to me, Do NOT Copy To Another Webiste

He was home alone, the lights were low, so there was only the lamp behind him where he was sitting on the couch, casting a warm glow over him and his book.

He was home alone, until he felt the crackle in the air, the shift in the pressure, the feeling of his god materializing in the portal that was, for all purposes an empty room they called his, the door of which when opened by Sleep would be the gateway to his world, the world of gods. Vessel only felt the change when he was in the living room or kitchen in a clear open space with the door, but he was glad for it this time, marking his page by dog earring it, and tossing it on the coffee table, as he felt Sleep come up to the back of the couch and loom over him, casting shadow in the golden glow.

Or; Sleep is in a softer mood, and decides to indulge in Vessel's love of his mouth, covering him in hickies.

All Your Darkest Impulses

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No Archive Warnings Apply, IV/Sleep (Sleep Token), IV/Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), Background Polyvessels, Vessel (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), PWP, Dom/sub, Bottom IV, Sub IV, Top Sleep, Dom Sleep, Mildly Dubious Consent, Voyeurism, Overstimulation, Non-Human Genitalia, (for Sleep), Vessel POV, Coming In Pants, (For Vessel UwU), Punishment, worship kink, (thats not a tag??), Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep sighed, and stretched his arms wide, in his humanoid form again, and Vessel was starting to associate the form with worship with his god. He turned and leaned back on the counter, watching as Sleep walked into the room, and Sleep’s eyes caught his, but they didn’t hold his attention long, his eyes wondering almost lazily to IV, who was still sitting at the table though his back was ramrod straight, and his hands were in his lap. Vessel could see the way they were clenching and unclenching.

Sleep’s eyes didn’t leave IV, and then there was a soft glow that seemed to be coming from behind them, and IV’s head tilted down. Sleep nodded once to himself, and stepped forward to him, holding out his hand to IV, and hesitantly IV placed his hand in Sleeps. He was tugged up to his feet, and then they were starting to walk away.

Sleep decides it's time to punish IV for the stunt he pulled when Sleep couldn't be there to watch Vessel between II and III. Vessel gets to watch.

Let Me Wrap the Chain

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No Archive Warnings Apply, Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), II/III/IV/Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), II/III/IV/Vessel (Sleep Token), Vessel (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), PWP, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Non-Human Genitalia, technically, Non-Human Character, Tentacle Monster Sleep, Overstimulation, Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep was floating in the middle of their living room when they walked in the door, his from his second favorite, a mass of wriggling tentacles that had no business being inside such a small apartment, but it was, and it had been before, had been in his room before as impossible as it felt, with his little glances to Sleep now; blocking the lights and casting long shadows over the walls.

It's tentacle smut guys, idk what else to say lol.

Important Authors Note in the notes of this fic.

#very much so #sleep token #sleep token fic #my fanfic writing #is this technically #worship #?? still not sure what counts tbh #it’s all smut babes

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theinsouciantscribbler · 5 years

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Not Another Vampire Romance: Chapter 5: “The time for childhood dreams are long past their expiration date.”

‘I most defiantly will not have fun.’ I found myself thinking the moment she pulled me into the crowd that had gathered around the plaza. It was a beautiful place on its own, decorated for the festive season that was coming upon us. Garlands frosted with fake snow and strings of twinkling lights climbed up every lamp post, strung across the gazebo where the band played and down the banisters. Red Crushed velvet was draped in bows, and poinsettia’s dotted the plaza by the dozen. The holiday cheer filled by all around us was the antithesis of what my gut was telling me to feel.

My spine felt tight, ready to jump, while my fingers itched to reach for the handle of my blades. I scanned the crowd over and over again, looking for that familiar, villainous face I was after. I couldn’t banish the frown that had grown on my face, and I wondered if she could see the anxiety that I felt tied up in knots within my stomach.

Jackrabbit was here, somewhere, ready to strike.

So too, would I.

“Not a big fan of country?” She asked, her voice distant but clear enough to bring me back. I shifted my focus to her, and felt my chest tighten. Her eyes looked sad, heavy and burdened.

“Aw,” I thought if I should lie, but the truth came out before I could make up my mind. “No.”

“Yeah, me either.” She shrugged. I watched her, wondering if she was only saying that to go along with what I said.

“You might not have guessed by looking at me,” She continued, “But I tend to gravitate towards the heavier brand of music.”

“Like?”

“Oh, just rock, metal… and then the bit more obscure genres.”

“Huh. Who is your favorite band?” She was right, she didn’t look like the kind that listened to rock or metal.

“Oh, I doubt you’ve heard of them.” She waved me off as if she listens to some obscure band. I had to hold my humor and disgust back when a thought came to me that she might mention Nickleback.

“Try me.” I wasn’t a music buff, but I’ve heard a good portion of the music out there. Far too much of it sounded the same.

“Well, have you heard of Avatar?” She asked. The first thing that came to mind was the James cameron movie about those blue monkey people.

“That James Cameron movie?” I questioned, unsure of what she meant.

That made her burst out in laughter.

Her eyes became like shining jewels held up in front of a hot summers sun, and her laugh was musical and almost perfect, then she snorted. She slapped her mouth from the loud noise, and tried to muffle her laughs till they finally died down.

“I’m sorry, but no. Avatar is an avant-garde heavy metal band.” She explained, pulling out her phone and showing me a web link about the band. The singer was decked out in a full jokers outfit, and the lead guitarist was referred to as the ‘King’ of Avatar Country. They had quite the cult following.

“You are right, I have no idea who they are, and you certainly don’t strike me as someone who would enjoy that.” I admitted. Heavy metal, as far as I knew it to be, was garble trash that I couldn’t understand a single lyric to.

“Their music is beautiful, tortured and inspired. I am moved every time I hear any of their songs.” She frowned.

“I didn’t mean to insult your taste in music.” Not directly, anyways.

“You didn’t insult me… And I wouldn’t expect most people to understand or appreciate their music…”

“You see,” She continued, “When I hear their music, it takes all the things that I am battling inside, the anger, pain, sadness, loneliness, hate. For a time, albeit it short, I am able to let it go.”

“Music does that for a lot of people.” I agreed.

“I just need the stronger kind for it to work I guess.” She smiled, turning her head back to the music up on the stage. They were just finishing their last set and introducing the upcoming band.

“You don’t have to let music take on all the burden.” I whispered down into her ear. She whipped her head to look me dead in the eyes, and I saw the terror in them.

“Do I frighten you, my little doe?” I asked, searching her, hoping I could give her any comfort in this solitude she seemed to keep herself within.

My eyes couldn’t help but soak in what was only inches away from them, and when they landed on her vermilion lips, I was entranced.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you for coming out today-“ I heard announced over the mic. I hardly heard the voice over the crowd, and I only wanted to hear what she might have to say.

“You don’t even know me.” She looked down, perhaps studying her functional brown sneakers. They certainly seemed more practical that those red ice picks she wore last time.

“Then let me.” I asked.

“I-“

“I am Jackrabbit.” The voice crawled up my spine like a spider. I snapped out of my daze and looked straight to the stage to see the new band.

“That narcissistic bastard.” I growled. He had named the band after his own alter ego. He was front and center, and starring directly at us. He wore his typical black leather cowboy get up that was decades out dated. He had found his niche when all the Americans began sputtering out manifest destiny and heading west to claim land that was never theres to begin with. He found the West suited him well, and it was over too soon, at least in his eyes.

“Looks like tonight is going to be interesting, filled with plenty of fun.” He smiled, then tilted his head to and fro as if to ponder a thought. “Maybe a little blood shed… But don’t worry about that.”

“Now who is ready?” He roared, lifting up both of his fists in the air. The crowd cheered and did the same while Jackrabbit glared greedily at us.

“Good.” He chuckled like a literal demon from hell.

I heard the shrill scream of a woman before I ever saw his flesh tare away like wet paper. Amplified by the sound system on the stage, the cracks of his bones as they contorted to form his true self echoed through the entire plaza. He grew in size, tripling his human husk. Two pairs of leathery wings broke free from his back and shot him up and out into the air, his hooked feet catching several poor souls. Illuminated by the full moon, my eyes watched in disgust as his first victims were tossed up and then consumed whole by his dislocated jaw; much like that of a ravenous snake. Finishing off his gruesome scene, which sent the crowd into a spiral of fear, the entirety of the plaza was covered in a spray of blood.

“Grey?” I heard Alyra whisper behind me, her hands clutching my arm and her knees visibly trembling. I looked to her for only a moment, to give her the slightest assurance that this is why I was here. For her. I would protect her.

“Stay behind me.” I instructed.

Whipping my head back to face Jackrabbit, I seen he had already landed on his hooked feet, making his way towards us. With one fluid motion, I withdrew both blades from my personage and leapt towards this beast.

“Esheton Grey,” Jackrabbit laughed as I swung the blade at him, only to miss by a mere inch.

“Making a bit of trouble again, Jackrabbit?” I asked, taking another attempt to strike him down.

He leapt back from my quick and fierce swings of the blades.

“So you have come out of retirement, and mean to slay the beasts once more, and for what, because I want to have a little fun?”

“This isn’t just a little fun. It is a message, and I hear it loud and clear. I mean to reply in kind, so if you don’t mind, let us fight.” I stuck my feet securely on the ground and prepared for a fight.

“So you know this is a job?” He questioned, still not making a move against me. “Do not tell me you are protecting that little morsel?”

“Enough Jackrabbit, fight!” I roared, leaping up and bringing my blades down. Quick and blurry he escaped my attack and slammed a blow to my back to send me down into the brick plaza with a great force.

I felt the wind drawn out of me, and it was only then that I realized that I was weak, out of practice, and dying of thirst.

“The problem with your diet, Grey, is that your are dying from it.” He chuckled, sending me flying back with a kick to the gut.

I hit the ground and rolled. I finally came to an abrupt stop when I struck the trunk of a tree.

Shaken, I rose to my feet. I lifted my arms to attack when I realized both blades had been flung out of my hands and were scattered across the plaza. My normal blade was closer, but the Morning Star would be needed to end this beast. Taking not a moment to think, and working solely on instinct, I ran for Morning Star.

“Hm, what is this now?” Jackrabbit smiled, reaching for the gleaming blade. Taking it in his grip was a foolish mistake on his part, and everyone heard that it was. He bellowed from what I assumed to be a scorching, enduring pain that he could never heal from. He flung the blade away in a panic, dancing away in terror.

Not more than a few steps away, I took Morning Star in my hand and pointed it towards him.

“Did you already forget how great this blade is?” I asked the tortured demon.

“Clearly, and that power… Am I wrong to think it is missing its other half?”

“Still enough to mortally wound you.” I smirked.

“Have you washed your hands of us all so much that you are no longer affected by it?” He grimaced, the pain in his hand apparent. The wound was making his leathery skin bubble like goo, and it was quickly trailing up his forearm. In time, were I to leave him as he is, it would take over his whole body and kill him in a slow and tortured death.

“Are those your final words, Jackrabbit?” I asked, taking great strides straight up to him, the intent to separate his sickly soul from his mortal coil. Killing him now was a merciful thing, and Jackrabbit knew it; I could see the realization in his black, evil eyes. Right before and during their death, these beasts always seemed to exhibit the mark of a soul about to meet the other side. Terrified and worried for their eternal damnation.

I held Morning Star at his heart, pushing in slowly.

“I won’t be the only one to come after her… And now that you have intervened, I doubt you can remain in the dark about your involvement.” He warned.

“Do you know why they have such an interest in her, or are you so low on the food chain you only do what you can for the scraps?”

“If I told you, would it change my fate?”

That question made me pause. Would he, could he know anything about their plans?

I knew I had to remember that this was Jackrabbit, never a member of the elite four, or even an underling for the hundred. He was a simple Headhunter, scraping by for bounties, vying to be noticed but never seen. Still, could he have heard something?

“I can’t risk your life for hers.” I apologized.

“Either way, I doubt what I have would have to say would have been enough.” He was a tricky devil.

I plunged Morning Star into his heart till I ran out of blade.

“Blood.” He whispered.

“What?” I asked, unsure of what he meant.

“Her blood.” He whispered right before he turned to ash.

I rose up to stare at the pile of ash at my feet, the breeze slowly spreading it across the plaza, I completely unaware of the group that stood at the outskirts of our skirmish.

“Grey, I think we should go.” I thought I heard Alyra say, but I couldn’t be sure. I felt in a daze, still trapped by his final words. Her blood. What about Alyra was so extraordinary that they would be concerned with her blood?

“You look hurt, are you okay?” She asked me, but I couldn’t speak. My head was dizzy, spinning with thoughts of what the devil was cooking up and what his plans may be.

“I need to get you cleaned up, do you want me to take you home or-“

“We can’t stay here.” I muttered, wandering off to one direction, her hands guiding me in another.

My mind was still warped in thought when I numbly got into a vehicle.

“Maybe I should take you home?” She asked.

I felt myself shake my head no, unsure of how to proceed. I couldn’t understand why they were so desperate for her blood, and perhaps the next time someone came after her, I would be too late if I wasn’t there to stand guard.

I made up my mind before she had driven more than a block away.

“Go home.” I instructed.

She didn’t say a word, or even nod.

‘Perhaps she could sense the danger she was in.’ I thought as I watched her. She didn’t even take a peek at me as I studied her, keeping her hands firmly on the steering wheel and eyes on the dark road.

The long, twisting ride was uneventful.

‘Thank Gods.’ I muttered to myself as we pulled up to what I assumed to be her home. It was much larger than I thought someone who lived alone would need. Not to mention the cost. I suddenly began to wonder what employment she had that could afford such a big home.

I went to get out when I noticed her sitting stiffly in her seat. Her fists tight on the steering wheel and made the leather wrinkle and knuckles starch white, the absent eyes and labored breathing; I hadn’t noticed until now that she was terrified.

“Damn,” I cursed under my breath and walked around to her side and opened the door. Her skin didn’t even seem to recognize the cold air as it breached the inside of the car. “Come on now, let’s get you inside.”

I lifted her gingerly out of the car and placed her hesitantly on her feet. Making sure she was steady before letting go, I tried leading us towards the steps but she didn’t want to budge.

“Alyra?” I looked back when my tugging didn’t move her.

“They are after me, aren’t they.” It didn’t sound like a question. I meant to open my mouth to answer, but she turned around and swung the trunk open and filled her arms with bags. Mindlessly, I began taking bags too and followed her inside as she placed them upon the kitchen island.

It looked like a dream kitchen for a chef.

“You must love to cook.” I heard myself mumble as I did a 360 around her kitchen.

She shrugged.

“I used to.”

“But not anymore?” I questioned as I helped unload her bags of produce.

“I do it out of necessity to eat, but I don’t really enjoy it. I probably stopped enjoying it the same time I stopped enjoying food.” She sighed, putting her hands on her hips and looking at the plethora of things on her counter top. I could only wonder what she was thinking.

“You’ve picked up a lot of food for not enjoying it.”

“As I said, out of necessity. Also, I buy in bulk to save on price and because I prepare my meals ahead of time.” She explained. Suddenly, she twirled around and opened up a cabinet and began fingering through shelves that were filled with books.

“There must be more than fifty books in there.” I was surprised to see she had that much. At one point it must have been an obsession.

“Uh, yeah. Something like that.” She muttered, pulling out one thats spine looked well worn and flipped to a page in an instant. Recipe page numbers memorized, swift movements as she grabbed her tools and effortlessly began working made me see just how masterful she was. Could she be more than just a home cook, a chef perhaps?

“Ever work in the food industry?”

She paused, and then laughed.

“Yeah, for like a second. I was a terrible waitress. Got sacked pretty quickly.”

“But never a cook?” I prodded.

“No. I only cook for friends and family. At least that’s what I used to do before…” I thought she might continue, but she just stood silent as she worked, lips tight on their secrets.

“Before?”

“It’s nothing. Uh, do you want to help a bit?”

“I’m terrible at cooking.” I admitted outright. “I would probably burn anything you wanted me to cook.”

“Well, if you manage to burn onions by dicing them, then color me impressed.” She laughed.

“Dice?” I didn’t know what that even meant.

“Oh for heavens sake, just cut them into small chunks as evenly as you can manage.” She set out a wooden cutting board and knife and motioned for me to start.

I eyed the work hesitantly.

“You look terrified.” She giggled.

“Do I?” I grinned. She nodded her head and went back to work.

I took the knife in my hand and felt the edge of the blade with my finger tip. It was slightly dull, and it would not cut so precisely as she might want.

“Oh, did I give you a dull knife?” She asked, looking over. “I have a knife sharpener in this drawer.” She nodded to the one behind her. As I went to dig through the drawer, I found myself thinking back to the things she has said. This woman said the most strangest things that frankly, gave me concern.

“Finding it okay?” She asked, breaking my thoughts.

“Uh,” I moved things around unable to find it. I closed the drawer to try another when I found myself frozen in confusion. I reopened the drawer to see the brightly colored dishes and children's utensils.

“No, not that drawer!” She shouted, slamming the drawer closed and pulling open the one above it. She quickly pulled out an steel rod with black rubber handle and held it out for me to take. “Here.”

“Uh, thanks…” I wasn’t sure how to respond to what I saw, or to her reaction.

“Alyra, do… Do you have kids?” I asked, having not heard or seen a single bit of evidence that she did. That is, until I actually looked. On the front of the fridge were drawings done terribly, yet they made me smile from their waxy appearance and simplistic concepts. One side was covered in cars, trains, airplanes, and robots. The other was flowers, rainbows, animals. But the star piece of art was of a family of three. A mother with three long yellow strands for hair, with two yellow stringy haired kids holding her hand.

I am sure there was more I missed, but what I missed the most, were the actual kids running around in the home.

I turned around when I noticed the chopping Alyra had been doing stopped. In her hand was a small locket with fine detail. It was open and she was smiling with trails of tears falling down her face.

“Alyra?” She looked so fragile, I was afraid that if I touched her, or spoke too loudly, that she would crumble.

“Their names are Charolette and Clarence. Fraternal twins, but you could still hardly tell them apart.” She whispered, turning the locket around to show me their pictures. I had to move in close to view them properly, they were such small pictures of what I could only describe as angels.

Their hair were like halos and eyes shared by their mother.

“They look like you.” I smiled.

“Yeah, everyone always said that.” She turned the locket back around and gazed down at them. A small finger rose and caressed their cheeks. “But if you look at old pictures of my father, you would say Clarence looked more like him.”

“If you think about it, we all probably look like those from our past.” I agreed, thinking how people often compared me to my father and grandfather in likeness; but it was my mothers eyes they said I had inherited.

“I suppose we do.” She smiled.

“How long ago was it…” I tried asking, “That they…”

I couldn’t say it.

“Died?” She nearly choked on the word herself.

“Six months.” She finished.

“They look so young.”

“They were five when these pictures were taken.” She nodded. “Only a couple months before…”

“What happened?”

#Writing Horror Romance Chapter5

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