plot: your muse and my muse used to be a thing, until your muse up and left and a few years later here they are back in town and word got to cade that you’re back with a kid that looks.. just like him. open to f, 25+
he’d knocked on the door, hung around for a little bit too just waiting to see if they’d open and it wasn’t until he’d gone to walk away that he heard the clicking of the lock undoing and turned back. “can’t hide from me forever, you should know word travels fast in this town and that it wouldn’t take long for me to hear that you were back so c’mon. open up. you either owe me enough to put my mind at ease, or to give me a hell of a fuckin’ explanation don’t you think?” he stood with his hands in his pockets, a heavy sigh that had him lower his shoulders slowly. “i don’t wanna break the door down darling, but i will ‘coz i’m not taking a door in my face as enough anymore.”
oh, dear boy, don't you know what you're getting into? nestled inside is a tiny, little egg and mama's protection. curled and coiled and warm warm warm. venom dripping from fangs that aren't really there, and rattle rattling secret codes. (ones that begin with f and end with off). she's irritated, she's mad, she's scared. her heart pounds in that tiny, little ribcage, but she does not let her child feel it. he will not know that fear, only the rattle of her coiled tail and the warmth of her body. this man, this sniveling beast, he must be ravenous. desperate. with fangs, with gaping maw, with low rumbles and loud growls, he threatens her nest, her tiny, little home, and she won't let him any longer. she gets up and leaves her little egg safe in another room, wrapped in blankets and the sound of cocomelon on the tv.
"oh fuck off," she spits through a screen, her voice not much louder than a whisper. "stop being so fucking dramatic." her heart still beats too quick, but she does not let him feel it. instead fangs are bared. "i hate you. is that explanation enough, darling?"
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