#ambtchous

[bitmiscuous-a]

❛ you didn’t miss me, not even a little? ❜

           ANGST  FOR  SHIPS  SENTENCE  PROMPTS .                              »       accepting.

✝     ———-     it       has      grieved   ,            mourned       like       a        child       with      swollen       eyes       and         trembling       lips  ,              with         weak        knees        and         aching        bones     ,               facing       loss       for         the        very        first        time  .         but       he’s        missed         her        before         she        was      gone  ,           when       she         was        far          and         when       she        rested        by        his        side  .              it’s        shed          tears       without        knowing          why  ,           anguishing         over       what         never          belonged      to       him  .          and        the        lies        she’s       fed        him         didn’t        sate         the         beast   ,             didn’t        nourish       the        boy  ,         and        never        made        its        stomach        feel          anything        other         than          hollow   .             it       was        not        until         long         after        her        departure        ,         it         noticed        that          hole          in        its        belly    .         that         gaping        wound         tearing         all       the        way        into       his       soul   ,         that        no         surgery          could        mend  .            but        no          matter ,           it        still          reaches        for         her        in          the        dark  ,           classical       pavlovian        conditioning  ,          it        reaches       like         one        reaches         for         their        missing          limb   ,            victim        of         the          same        gut - wrenching         disappointment          as      it      finds           nothing          tangible      to       hold   .

❝        did    you  ?           did       you      miss        us      ------  did       you      miss      me  ?               ❞            faintly        it’s        inquiry        become       murmurs  ,             susurrations         of          self - reflection      &       waking       insecurities          --------   it      sighs  .           so         distant         then  ,         dissipating        in         thought   ;           it         knows         the         answer  ,       even        if        she        won’t         give         it        to        him  .              what       a       pity  ,            it       often       feels       as       though       that        cage        he        so         desperately         wishes         to        flee    ,            is       made       by        the         very      same        hands       that       now       comfort       her .            ❝          i’ll          always             miss          you  ,             mother  .                  but         it         matters         no        more        now        than         it        did          then  .           ❞      

[bitmiscuous]

do you still love me after all these years?

supernatural, seasons 1 - 5 starters. / accepting .

✝     ———-    a gentle sweep of his dollish lashes , and his downcast gaze is cast upon his creator , and he's drunk on her , she swallows the room , and the dark of his pupils swallow all clarity . obsession love . love , love , love ... the word rattles around his skull , it gnaws on his brain with sharp teeth , it drives him mad . isn't it pouring out of him ? doesn't it cling to the sole of her feet as she walks , as he unspools over and over and over again at the mercy of her whims , sticky and sweet and grotesque ? isn't it enough ? isn't it ever enough ? ❛   always ...   ❜ softness rounds in his mouth , like a cloud , like a puff of smoke dissipating into the atmosphere .

❛   you're stuck inside of me ,  ❜ and the more he claws at the part of her that's inside of him , the more he tries to tear her out of him like a bad dog , the more it hurts , the more of his guts spill out . she's everywhere . he can't get her out without disemboweling himself . ❛   i can't untangle you from my insides . ❜

[bitmiscuous]

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

actions speak louder than words

✝     ———-    each small movement pulsates through the heavy air between them , ensnaring his attention , which seldom strays from her at all , but tonight seems particularly unflinching . the creature parts his lips , cants its head ; it mimics what it sees , what it learns , what it eats . curiosity creeps along the smooth edges of his face , he dresses himself in humanity , unalarming and meek .

and yet there is something uncanny about the vibrancy of those predatory eyes , its honed precision , the way it swivels towards the beckoning finger of its maker like a moth to a flame .  ❛   are you bored again ? ... you're incorrigible .   ❜ the creature lulls in the softest note , never harsh or grating , always so pleasant , the words cushion against his tongue like clouds , lighter than air . he obliges , pressing its curled fists against the end of the bed , its menacing prowl like a jungle cat , hunting , hunting . he crawls , looming above her , shedding the skin of this humanity he wears so well . ❛   what is it now , then , maker of mine ?   ❜ michael chimes in that familiar cloying-sweet undertone . ❛   do you want more of my honeyed kisses ?  perhaps i should smother you in them . ❜

[bitmiscuous]

since you asked so nicely, here i am.

✝     ———-    without further delay , it stretches its long , spindly arms around the graceful neck of its maker , toothed and needy , he finds his solance in his teeth , in the ravenous way they sink into the tender spot of her neck .

[bitmiscuous]

i have no time for boring people such as yourself.

✝     ———-    ❛   mommyyyyyy ...    ❜   tug , tug . nag , nag . it's just one of those nights . he's not about to relent . he was raised properly , after all .  ❛   give me attention .    ❜

[bcrgondy]

ive only ever wanted your love.

" love . " the disdain in his voice feels palpable , vowels clinging to his throat like a sticky-sweet poison , turning the sweetness into nausea . " sounds pretty , doesn't it ? " it's so strange , how such a tiny word can yield such power over people . to make them toss away their pride , their caution , their very sense of self just to hear it , just once . " [ ... ] you'd think it was harmless , " spindly hands move with effortless grace , plucking another red petal to join those scattered in pieces around him , catching its delicate edges between his thumb and forefinger , like a pair of steel tweezers . " but no ... quite the opposite , really . it just clings to people like a parasite , " he muses in a dulcet hum , watching intently as the petal caves and rips in half , slowly , until it splits into two . " and sucks them dry till there’s nothing left . "

[bcrgondy]

'i was happy today but then i remembered you existed and my happiness disappeared.'

" aw ... you were thinking of me ? that's touching ... who knew you could be so sentimental , mmm ? "

[bcrgondy]

michael, i'm back.

a pale finger drifts from the thorned stem , tracing its prickly , green bed with mild disinterest . " did you leave ? " he feigns indifference , hand dancing along its red throat ; teeth gnash , biting , chewing it off slow and menacing , thorns sharp against his forked tongue .