Summary: Habit always has a bit of a curious bunny following him around, at first he despised your mere presence. Now he basks in it, making you watch EVERY task he does.
Requested by an anon ^^ , I hope you like it β€οΈ
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At first it was a hindrance to the unpredictable nature that Habit presented, to have someone outside of his one's he needed for his iteration cycle to keep on existing to be this close. To want to be this close. He'd learned to live without another presence in the house for a while, well, a permanent addition to the household anyways. It leads to often him snapping at you, snarling and even in some cases trying to snap at you with his teeth. Like a rabid dog. You got too close, and it riled him up to no end, even when he genuinely frightened you. You stayed always within his eyesight. Never too far from earshot.
At some point he just accepted that for some reason he couldn't fully comprehend, you wanted to be around. However, he also learned that this could also be an advantage for him to exploit as many times as he desired. The benefits outweighed his normal irked sensation.
βOi bunny, my lap.β He commanded, patting the firm muscle of his thigh and smirking in victory as you did as told. It was primary nature for you at this point, to follow his word like it was law.
βHm? What's up Habby?β Your voice piercing the veil of his self imposed competition with your freedom that ultimately, he had no intention of letting you go. Ever.
βNot at all, just like how obedient you are.β His strong fingers wrapping around the meat of your thigh, digging in to further drill in his intentions with you. You were his bunny, his possession and his property. You best believe he never let you forget it.
However, he could imagine the creative ways to punish and torture if that impossible scenario ever were to emerge from the shadows of improbability. Sometimes, he wished you would. Yes, there were times your morality kicked in, you cared for him somehow. In his own twisted and sick way, being interlinked with each other this way; this integration of day to day togetherness brought a wave of tranquility and satisfaction to both parties involved. Otherwise, he could care less about anything else in the world other than his own satiated desires. The beast had his way or nothing, and his bunny always made sure he had his way.
It was just another normal day for you. The door burst open, his eyes lit up as blood dripped down from the knife he kept as sacred as you. Just on cue, you came running up to him, as the door was carelessly kicked close and his shoulders cracked as he rolled them back from the physical excursion he had just participated in. A deep sigh of pride removed from the borrowed lungs of his host, with no care in the world he gripped your waist and crashed your lips together. Only shocking you for a few seconds before he tore himself away to not overdue it. Another thing he was careful with, not to give you too much or too little. Just enough to make sure that you were hooked to his every whim.
His heavy footsteps alerted you to everywhere he went, even when he entered the attic you were forbidden to enter. It was strange, how you had gotten so attached this quick, it had happened before. It leads to you being taken advantage of, abandoned with your heart in pieces. Until you stumbled upon this man, a man possessed by a being beyond your mind's comprehensive abilities. Yet he took you in at your lowest, kept you safe, was it manipulation? Maybe. You weren't an idiot, he envisioned you as someone he owned. Property for him to possess, yet in your mind you managed to rationalise it. Rather live as property and taken care of, than abandoned by the world for being βtoo muchβ.
That's why you stuck around for so long, peaking around corners where you believed his peripheral vision ended. Just so your eyes could witness every activity that you were permitted to see. Contrary to your belief, he was always one step ahead. Invisible eyes of cameras always gazing upon you for him to watch.
βBunny. Here.β He patted his thigh like he would summon a loyal dog, watching you approach step by step until you stood directly next to him. He growled in approval at how well you behaved.
βYes, Habby?β Your voice was quiet, soft in the late evening? Early morning? Time was abstracted in this place you had called home for a while now. Nevertheless, you placed your arm interwoven with his own.
βGood bunny, always so obedient. Stay on my lap while I do this.β He practically manhandled you, barely giving you zero time to reply as you yelped in surprise.
Tested again. Yet, you passed every time. Because you stayed close, because you obeyed. Habit would not have you any other way. You were his bunny, he made it very clear how he favoured you above the rest. Vice versa, the truth be told that you were also just as obsessive for being alongside him. A certain feeling persisted whenever he was gone for extended periods, a slow crawl up the spine that blossomed from the mind. Had he abandoned you? Were you not important to him? A shadow, a wave that swallowed you whole after a while. Although, as soon as you saw him sitting there. Cap on his head, leaned back in a chair with the knife beside him. The emotion soothed.
Perhaps, you both were just as bad as each other. Dependent, in every sick sense of the word. And maybe, just maybe, something deep within you both resonates with that feeling.
Neither would admit it. Habit was too proud and too unpredictable for his perspective to be reliable. You envision this long term satisfactory relationship, either from blind love or delusion. So for the undeniable truth that hung mutually in the air.
You both were as fucked up as eachother.
That's how it would stay.
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