#dorisguy

[howfarweseek]

My previous associates won't appreciate you as I do. They won't play nice. They'll try to bend you, and mold you, and take you.

[ratindividual]

dumping my talamasca's sketches like they tumble out of my pockets as I leave running

I call this one the power at the tip of my fingers (she bit his hand off after)

An eternity of grief

DorisKeves fluff

[ratindividual]

"Holed up in a motel room with its dusty, umber sheets, Doris counts the days since her last feeding in the blood sliding inside Guy's veins. "It's been six days". Guy voices. "I don't mind. I'm proposing." But she does. Says it as much, throat closed with hunger.

Guy lay down, fluffs up the cheap, cotton pillows under, his heavy weight against the mattress his definitive answer. Stubborn, she will wait until the moon shines bright atop the starry sky, until the steady beat of his heart settles her dead nerves.

In the darkest corner of the room, her eyes linger. An inescapable figure, shrouded, stare where blood drools down the curve of her chin to the peaceful boy underneath, lazing away."