"Best not let my momma hear you talkin' like that," Lisa warned him. She may or may not agree, but her mom sure believed in Sunday mornin' sermons.
Still, her mom wasn't there. Charles had the girls. Diesel, her brother, was out working across the country. Her father had been dead and in the ground for nearly five years now. The house was empty and maybe Lisa was just lonely enough to want some company, someone to talk to.
"I don't know about showing our hearts to each other -- that's more of a fourth or fifth date type thing," playful smile thrown his way as southern twang held tight to her words. There's no thought to Remmick being anything other than a simple man. Daddy's loaded gun still hands over the dining room entrance as a silent warning to all that enter the threshold, though it's only ever been used for vermin that would get after the chickens when they had them. "You wanna come in?"
She'd been quiet for a while, listening to their sire just beyond the door. Maybe it wasn't wise t'go see what he was up to, but it hadn't been all that wise t'settle back down after that night, either.
"You doin' alright?" she asked, out loud. Force of habit, maybe. "Kept hearin' voices." Not that that was exactly new, given their connection.
Tess’s father's breath caught violently in his throat as he watched the monster slide behind his daughter, that creature’s claws resting on her like she belonged to him.
“Tess—Tess, don’t you dare!” he shouted, but his voice broke, horror strangling it in his chest. When Remmick’s hand twisted in her hair and yanked her head back, the preacher lurched forward, fists clenched, powerless. “No—NO!” he bellowed, his voice echoing off the church walls like a funeral bell. The sight of Remmick’s fangs sinking into her neck tore something primal from the man’s soul.
“You devil—you hell-born filth! Let her go! LET HER GO!” His knees nearly buckled as he watched the color drain from her face, as though her very soul were being swallowed whole. It was not just pain—no, it was a father’s agony, the searing realization that he had lost her long before this night.
He had failed to save his wife, and now he watched helplessly as the last light of his daughter’s life was devoured in front of him.
It hurt at first. Like fire licking her veins and glass splintering behind her eyes. But as Remmick drank, the pain dulled—faded into something distant, like a memory slipping through her fingers. The world dimmed at the edges, her heartbeat slowing until it was barely there, barely hers. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t move—only surrender. Her limbs were heavy, her skin cold, and yet… there was a strange peace in it. The kind that came when you stopped fighting, when you stopped fearing.
Tess felt the last thread of her human self unravel, drifting into the dark. Her breath hitched one final time. This is what dying feels like, she thought. But even as everything went black, something deeper stirred—something old and patient. The pain was gone. The fear was gone. All that remained was the hollowness… and the hunger.
Tess’s father stood just inches away, trembling with fury and grief. His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, yet it cut through the room like a blade. “You killed her,” he hissed, eyes burning into Remmick’s. “You drained the light from my daughter and left me with a corpse.”
"Why do you assume that when I'm upset, I'm upset with you?" - @remmickofficial
Siridean picked at stray strands that hung from the arm of his shirt, his lips pursing before his gaze cast to his feet.
"Because I'm. Used t' people bein' upset at me. I'm always doin' somethin' wrong, or somethin' stupid- not that I mean to." He glanced up to look at the other mans face for a moment before letting his gaze drop back to his feet. "Jest sorta accepted that most people are gonna be upset with stuff I do, I'm used to it."
"Are you really going to make me beg?" - @remmickofficial
SUGGESTIVE STARTERS
the last streaks of sunlight faded behind the trees, painting the sky in a dusk of purples. through the mesh of the cabin’s door, she stands in shadow, gaze lingers on @remmickofficial outside, a hushed amusement slowly tugging at her lips that graduates into a devious smirk. she traces along the smooth edge of the gold band around her thumb, a soft, thoughtful hum escaping. she wasn’t going to make him beg. but now that he’s brought it up? well-
one leg props the screen door to creak open just enough as she points a finger toward the ground at her feet, commanding, yet playfully cruel. her coy look deepens. ❝ on your knees then, собачка.❞
i'd burn alive just for the soft light on your face. - @remmickofficial
☾ the shark in your water (2022) sentence starters.
❝ ВЫ НЕПРАВЫ. THERE IS NOTHING 'SOFT' ABOUT ME. ❞
it's a dissent met with a weak head shake, an AMBIENCE of glumness and doubt etched into features, hidden on each side by a cascading of sable hair when she angles her head down so he won't see her tell. ❝ definitely not my face. it is not special. nothing is. and you would be a fool to burn for me. ❞
"It must be hard to develop trust in people when all you've got is yourself. It must be terribly lonely." - @remmickofficial
Lonely Sentences, Vol. 2 (Sentences for lonely muses, and those trying to help them.)
that familiar ache settles deep within her chest at his words- heavy, albeit contained; subdued against the crashing precipice that threatens her usually perfect composure. her eyes are sullen and dark, fixed on nothing and everything. she feels @remmickofficial gaze, but she doesn’t turn, the safeguard of armour she’d worn for so long too stark, even when it hurts to keep it in place.
❝. . . it is how i get by.❞ her eyebrows jump, the only sign of reaction breaking through her otherwise still expression. ❝ - best way to get by, i figure. no one to trust? means no one to disappoint you. to make you sad, or mad. . . or hurt you– it is бессмысленный– waste of time when people leave. one way or another, they always will. even you, i know. ❞ the muscles of her jaw visibly tense whilst she swallows, shrugging those feelings off with the briefest lift of her shoulders. ❝ better to be alone. i have been fine so far. ❞
"You know, you're very sexy when you're angry." - @remmickofficial
Dangerous Romance Sentences, Vol. 2
A SMALL TWITCH of her nose when she freezes, followed by an exaggerated performance as soon as eyes roll, unable to overcome the smallest grin that initiates. his irate little rabbit that can't even remember what she's mad about now. ❝ тихо—! ❞ her gaze TACKS on him, teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip in faux frustration, leaning forward to quickly flicks at his wrist.
❝ and you are still so irritating. ❞ her mouth slowly extends a shyer smile this time, cheeks pinkish with hands in her lap, again making it difficult for her not to look sheepish with that STUPID boyish smile plastered so smug upon @remmickofficial own face.
❝ . . . . but— you can still call me that again. . . . if you want. ❞
