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@expyy​

“You…you live in….” He pauses, his voice damp, almost sticky sounding. It’s hard to make out his features in the dark lighting of the subway station, but it’s clear that he’s blonde, there’s something on his face, but it’s hard to tell if its dirt or….something else,

“You live in the apartments don’t you? Room 302?”

Henry tenses, taking a step back from the voice. Even several feet away, he can smell something like rust on the man’s breath.  “How do you...” He clears his throat, wipes sweaty hands on his jeans. “I’m sorry. Do I know you from somewhere?”  He's beginning to regret the decision to confront the stranger, but this was the third time he’d noticed him lagging behind him like a shadow in the station.

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[ghostmigraines]

Open Starter

Work had gone on late that night and by the time Henry trudged up the subway stairs the streets were eerily quiet. Exhaustion bore down on him, blotting out his thoughts to a dull haze. He looked up at the red neon of the HOTEL South Ashfield sign as he passed, wishing his shift had been there tonight instead. His job as an on-call hotel custodian was unpredictable and took him to places all over the city, rarely at the same hours.

At least there wasn't much further to walk. It felt like he had just blinked the afterglow of the sign away and then found himself inside already, stepping out of the elevator onto his floor. He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, brain too tired to think as he rummaged in his pockets for the apartment key. For a moment, he thought he was imagining the footsteps walking down the hall.

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[ghostmigraines]

@fatherxvincent

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

“You want to let me out of here?” Vincent asked pointedly, glaring at the other man as he jerked the doorknob. “I don’t really have time to stick around and chat.”

"Please be patient, sir. I’ve got the keys.” Henry couldn’t believe the situations people at this hotel managed to get him in, and now he was stuck in a room with an angry guest. He brushed past, keys in hand, only to realize there was nothing on this handle to unlock.  “What the hell...” Another tug at the doorknob confirmed it was stuck. “Damn. Did you see who closed it?” 

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