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🌽 - going through a corn maze. (tanith/christian)
It was supposed to be a calm, peaceful night for the both of them. A silent car ride, at most. He doesn’t even know what exactly triggered the fight. Tanith said something, and he made a stupid, snarky comment that made her blow up, and just like a chain reaction, he started yelling back, one hand on the steering wheel and the other motion around as he spat all the words swirling through his head at an alarming pace that almost left him dizzy. Next thing he knows, is the car skidding to a stop, a few feet away from a house that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up just from being near it, and Tanith furiously slamming the door shut as she made her way angrily to it, flipping him off over her shoulder with each occassion given to her.
Despite the fear crawling under his skin and latching itself onto his bones as his feet are taking him closer and closer to the bloody mansion, he feels compelled to be no less than one step behind her, ensuring that her back is being looked out for, just in case. In hindsight, that should’ve been his cue to grab her by the hand and drag her back to the car, whether she was screaming and kicking, and get the both of them the fuck outta there. His ego, however, allows no such thing and grumbling under his breath, he’s hot on her trails.
The property is eerily quiet, making each sound of the corn swaying under the harsh, autumn wind deafening. Ironically, the place would be most suitable for a Halloween party with a dozen or so eager teenagers, waiting to get all smashed up and eventually ending up being murdered by a lunatic by the end of the night. The place is compelling, allowing no other emotions other than raw fear and a sense of dread to be present in the body of the watcher and Tanith, and consequently Christian, end up in the looming shadow thrown on the ground by the unkept, delipidated and abandoned house. The building looks threatening on its own, but the grafitti adorning each wall of it make it look even more threatening and omnious than necessary and the blond curses under his breath for getting the both of them into this shitty predicament. It seems like the previous owners just up and left, without even bothering to take their possessions with them, if the rocky, old, wicker chair is of indication; what was once a comfortable part of their every day life, is now turned into a prop from a horror movie.
❝ Why the fuck do you always have to be so bloody infuriating ?! ❞
Ignoring the goosebumps that have started to break all over the length of his arms, he shouts, cringing slightly once the silence was broken, his voice echooing in the abandoned surroundings. Fucking shit, could this place get even creppier ? Honestly, he shouldn’t have taken that road and exited the highway. He thought that a longer car drive would allow the both of them some sort of privacy and create the perfect atmosphere for some heart-to-heart talk, but obviously, that didn’t turn out as planned. If only they could get this argument done and be over with it so they could both be closer to their warm, comforting place rather than in the middle of bloody nowhere with nobody they consider to be close knowing for their whereabouts, Christian would consider this night a bloody success.











