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@bloodiedviolet
“This house is such a bore, Tate.” Honey hues locked into his stare as he spoke. Maybe they could experience love in a new way.
“We can be together. Forever.” She mimicked words spoken once before- only now she knew what that entailed.
“I want to get back at the assholes in this house,” She continued speaking as if she was simply talking about taking a walk through the forest. “They need to pay for what they’ve done.”
“I didn’t know you’d do that. Like, protecting me from afar or some shit?” Violet’s eyes began melting into his- releasing all tension. She’d spent hours of each day following his presence around the home. Never being able to see, only feel.
“I want to be with you, Tate.” Nervous fingers grasped the hand he was leaning on. “I think we’ll make a good team.” Flower couldn’t help but think about the dead body she’d made earlier. “Like, today. I can’t promise it won’t be a... normal thing, now.”
In his arms she found peace.
As they reached the room she couldn’t hold back a smile. Her Devil had returned. Through pain and sorrow- he had found his way back into his heart. Truth be told, she was weary of his intentions.
Sore lips met once more. “You ever wonder what it’d be like?” She began, immediately regretting the conversation she’d chosen. “If we never separated?”
Eyes closed as their lust rampage came to an end. She stroked his hair softly as his breathing began to settle.
With a sigh, she released the tension of her muscles. Holy shit. Staying in this position, held up against the door, was starting to bother her hips.
“Let’s go lay down,” Violet’s breath still hadn’t returned to a steady beat.
Look what I cut off their body as a souvenir.
– Flower’s eyes lit up as the stranger exhibited a beautifully removed ear still covered in crimson sludge.“Shit. You know exactly how to win a girl’s heart.”
GORE SENTENCE STARTERS.
* heavily triggered sentences, read & reblog with caution !!
’ The blood felt warm and sticky between my fingers. ’ ’ I’m busy digging the dry blood and fleshy skin from under my nails right now. ’ ’ Cut me open and finger my incision. ’ ’ Let’s cut his face off and wear it around the town. ’ ’ I never knew it would take this long to skin a human body. ’ ’ Hand me that drill over there, will you? ’ ’ Look at you, bleeding all over my new carpet! ’ ’ Oh, I’ll make you scream for me alright. ’ ’ There are maggots all over his face! Get them off! ’ ’ Can we fill the pool up with their blood then take a swim in it? ’ ’ You smell that? That’s the smell of decompsed bodies! ’ ’ Hang ‘em upside down, slice ‘em and watch the blood pour on me. ’ ’ You gotta drill ‘em right in the center of their forehead. ’ ’ Lick the blood from my fingers, unless you’re too chicken. ’ ’ Put the gloves on and help me remove these organs now! ’ ’ I dissect human’s in my basement for fun. ’ ’ I’m performing a surgery right now, care to join or better yet, watch? ’ ’ You ever eat a brain? No? Well, you’re eating one now. ’ ’ I have prepared brain for dinner tonight, hope you like… ’ ’ I prefer the human organs to eat over other species. ’ ’ Look, I cut if off their body for a souviner. ’ ’ I carve out their eyeballs and keep them for souviners. ’ ’ I spent all night making this mess, why would I want to clean it up? ’ ’ Fill those jars up with water, we’re going to put the organs in them. ’ ’ Alright, what organ are we taking from this one? ’ ’ You look so good with all that blood splatter on your face. ’ ’ This tub is used for fresh blood to bathe in. Cleanses the pores. ’ ’ I love to kiss those dead, cold lips! ’ ’ I’d rather kiss the dead guy than kiss you! ’ ’ Blood has such a sweet taste to it! Mmmm! Yummy! ’ ’ I’m sorry, what was that? You can’t speak clearly without your tongue? ’ ’ Ever play soccer with an eyeball before? It’s a lot easier for it to go flat… ’ ’ I will cut your heart out and eat it, just like you did to me! ’ ’ That rat bastard got me back, slipped on his brains and fell! ’ ’ I’m sorry, I can’t stop laughing at the girl talking with no tongue! It’s too funny! ’ ’ Be careful in there! There’s brains and blood everywhere! ’ ’ Go on and cut me, go on! Do it! Do it already! ’ ’ I’m going to mail your feet to the floor so you don’t run away again! ’ ’ Stop screaming, i’m trying to carve our names into your skin! ’ ’ I just wanted to carve a heart in his skin but he wouldn’t stop screaming! ’ ’ Go on and scream all you want! No one can hear you down here! ’ ’ There are fifty fucking paint buckets full of blood in here! ’ ’ I love the thick flesh under my nails when I claw them to death! ’ ’ Picking chuncks of flesh and meat from your teeth again? ’ ’ Guns aren’t any fun! They’re too quick! ’ ’ Killing with a gun is like getting off in two seconds! It’s boring! ’ ’ I got a knife with your name on it, if you’re up for it. ’ ’ After I kill you, I’m going to eat every organ in your body! ’ ’ I just want to get to the spleen of the stomach before noon today. ’ ’ I will slice you right down the middle, right here in front of everybody! ’ ’ I enjoy the sounds you make when I’m strangling you. ’ ’ I strangle people because that sound is sensational to hear. ’ ’ Leave the mess, never clean up parts of your finest work. ’ ’ I dug my nails so far into their skin I drew blood, then I licked it up. ’ ’ I shoved my thumbs into his eye sockets! ’ ’ Look, how do I look? Like the new face? ’ ’ All this blood came from just one body! ’ ’ Let’s go! We’ve got to move all these bodies tonight! ’ ’ I told you to stop sleeping with the dead bodies! ’ ’ Why is there a brain in your fridge? Is it.. from a human? ’ ’ Can you believe my knife went dull on me while I was stabbing away back there? ’ ’ Where is all the knives? Did you use them all? Again? ’ ’ What is that? Oh my, oh my god, what is that? Please tell me it’s not.. ’ ’ I’ve got a human heart in a shoe box, would like to see? ’ ’ I could see his heart when they shot him with the shot gun. ’ ’ How are you still alive? I can see your ribcage! ’ ’ When we get married, we’re tying dead bodies to our bumper instead of cans! ’ ’ I always wanted to go on a killing spree with some backseat hostages! ’ ’ Can I finger the punctured hole! Just one time please! ’ ’ How are they still alive? I can see they’re ribcage! ’ ’ Wow, I can see your bone! I’m going to touch it, just once! ’ ’ No offense but I really wanted to listen to music while sawing these limbs off. ’ ’ I’m going to beat you with this sawed off limb, here I come! I’m coming, you better run! ’
Violet took that as a challenge.
Instinct kicked in as her movements quickened. The rolling of her hips sent his eyes to roll to the back of his head. Her lips moved back to his as her moaning grew in volume. She wanted him to know how good he made her feel.
Her composure busted at the seams. Body writhing, hands grasping his sides, moans echoing in the small confinement of the bathroom- she released his name one last time. “God damn it, Tate.”
Flower’s been losing her petals with others while he was away- but she didn’t dare compare the way he pleased to the way they would disappoint her. Tate’s strong hold on her body was possibly the best feeling she’d ever received. Hot breaths melted into his shoulder as her thoughts mixed together. Their movements became rough, and messy. Nails digging into his back as his thrusts sent her deeper into euphoria.
As his hand slammed on the door she felt her body quake. “Harder,” She shouted between closed teeth. Her breathing began to hitch as he plunged deeper.
Thighs began to shake.
“Shit, Tate. Don’t stop!” Another loud moan as she gasped for air. Their eyes locked then. Violet thrusted back against his hips as she began to beg.
His name repeatedly escaped her lips as the rest of the room began to melt away.
Flower’s never seen him so hungry. The last time they’d been together, truly together, was her first time making love. Gentle caresses, loving kisses, slow movements. Now she wanted more.
“Fuck.” As he maneuvered their bodies to be perfectly aligned she let out a small whimper upon his touch. Small hips began to lower onto him- she’d forgotten how to love her Devil. Violet awaited his next move- willing to obey his every command.
His growl sent waves of pleasured agony through her thighs. “Good,” Was all she could manage as her body prepared for him.
Violet felt himself pushing against her. Aching to feel loved.
She felt his hands grip her skin as she tightened her thighs around his body. Honey hues opened only to see his desire. As soon as they locked eyes she felt the passion building up inside of her- she needed him now. A small smile grew as she slid a hand down to his hips, body still lifted against the door.
Flower’s frame pushed against the door as her love lifted her effortlessly. Hips lock forward, legs wrap around torso, Violet trapped his body to hers.
This was not how today was supposed to turn out. She simply needed help- help covering a sin. Now, she was about to commit another.
As he pleaded for her eternity she couldn’t help but feel overwhelming bliss. Having someone want you, every part of you, couldn’t compare to anything else in this world.
“Never again,” She muttered before wrapping her arms gently around his neck as lips followed the pathway of skin revealed by the partially open towel.
As love filled her undead heart she managed to say the words once more. Now strong with meaning.
“I never stopped loving you.”
Violet’s lips followed his smile- shivers went up her spine. She stood with him then as he held onto her. Feeling protected, for the first time in years, she melted into his embrace. How long did she expect to hold onto the pain? Was she naive enough to believe she could tell him to go away- and never return? His lips moved with purpose as hands were placed over the towel wrapped across her mangled body.
My Devil.
The girl felt relief wash over her as if she was baptized in the water’s of hope. Forgiveness would be hard- that was a given. But, she could love him again. Truly, passionately, fully love him. Just one last time. For if this time were to end sour- she knew what she was capable of.
Taking a much needed breath before locking her mouth back to his, she whispered his name. “Tate.”
@bloodiedviolet // quote starter
“They always call depression the blues, but I would be happy to waken to a periwinkle outlook. Depression to me is urine yellow, washed out, exhausted miles of weak piss.”
“I suppose that would be a good way to describe it.” Violet’s arm burned as her eternal bought of depression began to rot her skull. “Piss is hard to clean. So are internal wounds.”
As he held onto her she couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Would loving her ever be enough? Has Devil truly changed his ways?
“You broke my heart.” A brief silence as she looked for the truth in his stare.
Then, the words came out. His lips released the only thing her ears were willing to hear. She wasn’t alone. Tate had still held on, lovingly, as she sent him into the deepest of despair. This boy would fight for her- forever, if he had to. Flower’s stomach flipped as she leaned to his level.
“Don’t make me regret this.”
Violet’s ready to close the space between them. After the darkest moments her lonely afterlife has given; she was finally ready to let him back in. Soft petals placed upon his lips. Finally, she could feel again.
As he sat she didn’t have the courage to gaze into his eyes. He loved her. She loves him. That much was obvious in the way they spoke to one another. Despite pain and betrayal- she couldn’t let him go. Fighting back the never ending sadness held inside of her had grown tiresome. Violet’s angry, heartbroken, lonely. What else did she have to lose? She continued to express her heartache.
“I thought I could fix you, Tate.” Violet finally spoke in a broken voice. “I thought if I could forgive you for shooting up the school then we would be solid. Why did you have to do so much horrible shit? Why couldn’t loving me be enough?” Nervous fingers began to pick at her self harm wounds- causing a few to bleed. The white towel soon became stained with her blood. You just cleaned up, Flower. Stop making messes.
Unsure of the answer he’d give- or the answer she’d wanted- she decided to ask the only question that gnawed the edges of her cold heart. “Do you still love me?”
Violet simply listened as her love spoke. She had waited so long to hear him out- it was only fair to let him continue his speech.
“I can’t say I’m still mad at you. I want to believe you didn’t know this was going to happen. But, it’s just so hard. You ruined so much. How could I even begin to trust you again?”
Staring into the mirror once more, she noticed his eyes had shifted. Look at me.
“I don’t want anymore apologies. I understand-you feel guilty.” She began with a cold stare. “I want to know why, Tate. Why me? Why did you have to have me?”
“Might not be the smartest move,” The girl threatened with a smile. “This house tends to play games with you if you stay too long.”
Flower nodded, realizing she still appeared as a 17 year old girl. “Violet. For future reference- my habits are none of your concern.”
