knucklebark:
❛ ━━━━ DON’T GET BLOOD ON THE CARPET. ❜ there’s a moment of hesitation, laughter bubbling up their throat. the room is barren, smelling of mold. the concrete behind the wallpaper exposed. it is their private estate / their palace / castle ‘pon the hill. a stained bathmat just at the foot of the bed had been the extent of their carpeting. the floor is hard underneath their feet. ❛ just keep your hands to yourself, actually. you reek of human and the little ones will creep from the woodwork to lick your fingers. ❜ / @chxsseur
❝ my apologies; ❞
be it that the place is a horror show worse than the TWO of them, he means what he says. his hands curl together, ragged fingernails and ruined manicure smudged a dark red like his swollen lips. and never-mind the ache in the ABYSS of his heart because of it ( what a SINNER, a study in gore and regret, standing statuesque, waiting for -- permission ); his smile is genuine, bloody teeth flashing briefly. ❝ i could think of NOWHERE ELSE to go. ❞
