I’m not dead, just editing and re-working some things in the story. Enjoy!
Time was a rather odd thing, Charlie considered, finally stepping into his home for the first time in eight years. Lorrie had not detached herself from his neck, so he had to carry her in. The first thing he noticed was a denim backpack with a Scooby-Doo patch, a sleigh patch, and a fairy patch sewn on sitting by the door. His eyes then roamed over to the living room where the tv was turned off but some toys were piled on the floor next to the couch. There was also artwork hanging on the walls as well. Kendall shut the door behind her.
A Mix I made from the original track. I would liked to have done more if I had a better editor to mix the track, one with better pitches and equalizers . Yet the song spoke to me as a theme for the Wraith in particular so much in the beginning that I wanted to focus on that part in particular. As a junction to her lullabies. I do not own the original. I did however bought and merely extended the first half of this particular tune.
Wraith, as we so fondly dubbed her in this fandom. A theme both
haunting as it is tender. Interpreting the soothing sounds by engine
amplifiers as they manifest this intricate tone to a child’s
imagination. A haunting lullaby that only innocence can hear.
#NOS4A2#NOS4A2 RP #❡ Character ● Studies #❡ ѕᴏᴜƖ ʙᴏηɗɪηɢ ● Tʜᴇ Wʀᴀɪᴛʜ #『 Oғ Wʀᴀɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ Mᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ 』
“You know it’s rude to kidnap someone straight from the looney bin,” Vic McQueen muttered at Willa, who was busy trying to pile the brunette’s unruly curls up and sticking little rhinestone pins in it to boot.
“Yeah, well, after your ‘friend’ crashed my party the other day, you owe me, Vic.” Willa uncapped a can of hairspray the size of Vic’s forearm. She closed her eyes just before her hair was assaulted repeatedly with the can, the sticky substance getting on her bare shoulders at one point and making Vic squirm a bit.
“Look, I’m sorry, okay? Maggie’s been through a lot,” flashbacks of watching the Wraith hit the other strong creative before Charlie Manx so smoothly slid back into the car made her voice trail off. “She’s not even in town anymore.”
Willa’s huff interrupted Vic’s downward spiral of thoughts.
“Well thank whoever for small favors,” Willa muttered before clapping her hands triumphantly and stepping back. “Alright, girl, I think you’re done!”
Vic really looked at herself then. Willa had gotten her hair up into a small coif of sorts, the rhinestone pins glittering in her dark hair. Her lips were the color of a dark bruise and her eyes had a smokey texture to them. The dress was an off the shoulder affair with a sweetheart bodice in a crushed velvet hunter green that belled out to the ground.
“Don’t ya think this is a bit much?” Vic asked finally.
Willa smiled gleefully at her through the mirror, decked out in her own powder blue French ensemble with a huge freaking ostrich feather sticking out of her own updo. “Not even a little bit, Vic. And here!”
She handed Vic a black and green fan and a matching mask. “Now let’s get downstairs and dance!” Willa squeaked and pulled Vic down into the masquerade ball in full swing downstairs. How she got pulled into this, Vic would never understand.
It took all Vic’s concentration not to descend the stairs in her new heels like a freaking baby giraffe and she was sure everyone was staring, and not in a good way. The room was filled with laughing, champagne glasses clinking, and an honest to gods live band playing ballroom music. It felt so alien to Vic, like being stuck in someone else’s dream and at the same time, she was getting caught up in it. Watching the people who knew how to sweep around the floor in tuxs and ballgowns make a whirling spin of colors and grace.
Willa refused to let Vic stand in a corner and instead swept her into a group of faces she didn’t recognize, but after a while their voices gave them away to the kids she’d met at the last two parties. Here at least, she started to find comfort in something familiar.
So —— I got to thinking , I know, it’s never a good thing. Or perhaps to some it may be ? Regardless it is about that particular set of clothing that Charlie insists on wearing majority of the time. Which the first initial discussion can be found here : Extension of Self.
I have noticed that when he is wearing the wardrobe, he can heal and find comfort without being in the Wraith. Extending their bond through a reasonable distance like I originally thought. Like when he was shot near point blank to the head. All it took for him to be revived and healed was her igniting her engine just outside. Yet when he was wearing that poor trucker’s gear, he was struggling massively to even seal the giant chest cavity without being in the Wraith, which as soon as he does climb into her driver seat, he immediately heals.
Course this may have something to do with how long that wound manifested, the distance at first between him and the Wraith, or the fact her own engine was extracted for a time, or the possible factor that he literally died and was resuscitated without being fully sewn up. Or perhaps all are aligned to be in disfavor ?
I think I may put all into play. That the wardrobe indeed will provide defense. That if he were to wear one particle less ; his defense weakens. Like say if he were without his coat ? He’d be slightly less protected and closer to vulnerable. Without the vest and cravat too - closer to being mortally wounded if he isn’t capable of getting to the Wraith in time.
So the more I think about it..he was quite vulnerable when proposing to Jolene July and honestly that makes the scene even more sad to me. Cause he was giving her his trust and vulnerability, which is severely rare.
#❡ Character ● Studies #● Charles Talent Manx III #; Wraith and the Wardrobe #『 Oғ Wʀᴀɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ Mᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ 』 #Canon/Headcanons ; #❡ ѕᴏᴜƖ ʙᴏηɗɪηɢ ; ᴛʜє яєᴄᴋᴏηɪηɢ | ɗαяᴋєηɪηɢ ѕᴘɪяɪᴛ Sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ Kɴɪғᴇ ● Tʜᴇ Wʀᴀɪᴛʜ #NOS4A2
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫: Joe Hill (@Joe_Hill)
𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞: When Charles Talent Manx, an unstoppable monster who transforms children into his own terrifying likeness, kidnaps her son, Victoria McQueen, the only person to ever escape his unmitigated evil, must engage in a life-and-death battle of wills to get her son back.
𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬: This is the first novel that I’ve read by Joe Hill and you can definitely tell that Stephen King is his dad. This book was so disturbing and creepy but boy did it keep my attention. Can’t wait to head to my local library and pick up some more of Hill’s works!
𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Five out of Five Stars
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