Fairy Tail RP

Salem turns around to face her, an onvious puzzled look on his face. “But you look almost like Fleur?”

*Somewhere, in a deep, dark cave, only a few lanterns lighting the blackened area, the sound of pickaxes against rock ring out. Hundreds of men, their faces and hands covered in heavy black soot, trying to make their day's wage. A very small wage, but a wage nonetheless. The cave rumbles, a pretty usual feeling. A loud crash is heard as one section of the cave falls in, crushing the men who were working there. The other men clench their picks tight, hoping they'll make it home for dinner.*

“We share the same body. Almost. I come out at night.” She says

Salem looks up at the sky as he thinks before looking at her again. He shivers. They’re practically the same person. “A chimera?”

“I’m very confused.” Nora says. “You’re a different one.”

Salem scowls. “Now I’m confused.”

"You...liked it." Nora blinks. "The other girl I bit screamed. Maybe Fleur is more gentle."

Salem’s face reddens ever so slightly. He thinks she’s full of shit because Fleur pretty much tore his flesh away, but who knows? “Probably!”

“How boring, I like it when they fight.” Nora rolls her eyes and looks at the knifes. “You psycho?”

(IGNORED ME AGAIN JESSICA THANKS)

Salem swallows, furrowing his brow. “W-what?” He stammers.

"Right!" Willow nods. "Hopefully people will come."

Rosemary shakes her head. “Nevermind.”

(I didnt see it. Instead of yelling at me just tell me.) Atticus walks into the forest. // “You’re staring at knives.”

He glances back at the display. “So? Lots of guys like knives.”

“Yeah, but, none of them stare at them forever.” She says.

“I was...critiquing each blade.” Salem blubbers. “There’s lots of blades to examine and...” he sighs.

"Where is this place?" Lily asked

"Not far." Atticus says, "Just up ahead." // "And...then you start to IMAGINE, and THINK about all the things you can do with just...one teeny tiny knife. Yeah?" She leans against the glass infront of him. "I get it."

Salem swallows again, his face becoming a sickly shade of white. “Wh-wha-what? Pfft, n-n-no! No, no!” He wrings his hands together. “I don’t know what you’re talking about....”

"Shh. Shh." Nora leans forward putting her finger on his lips. "We all have those thoughts, some...more than others." She says. "Like right now, would you like to know what I'm thinking about?"

Salem leans toward her, his eyes wide. “Yes.” He whispers.

Nora grips the back of the neck with her nails and pulls him forward, whispering into her ear. "I want to kill you."

His toes curl. “How?” He whispers back.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Nora clenches his throat. "You're sick, you know that? Tell me, Salem. What was your childhood like?"