❛ don’t you want to be consumed by what loves you? ❜ ✖ horror themed starters
“ depends on what loves me, ” he answers after a brief pause, eyes sharp and dark beneath the lowered half-moons of his eyelids. they think they may know what it's like to be consumed by something that loves them; wasn't that the ending of his brother's story? though not privy to what had been going through abel's head that night, he had always made it clear up until that point that he loved cain dearly. more than himself, when cain pressed the question until abel lashed out desperately, shaky and hoarse.
the wind tugs at the ends of his hair, the worn neckline of his shirt. their stare hovers over one of the large scars knotted into the pale underside of their forearm, right where the edge jumps over their inner elbow.
“ not really, ” he replies, aiming for bored. he's well-practiced at hiding his thoughts by now. “ do you? ”
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