Fic or treat! 🎃👻🍬
Okay, besties enjoyer. Here's a trick and a treat for ya:
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“All good?”
Truthfully, it was all good. It was perfectly fine — until Kaitlyn’s eyes met his, and then she wasn’t in her apartment anymore. She was back in the lodge, and Dylan was…dead. The light in his eyes replaced with a dull emptiness. His face growing colder in her hands. The scent of his blood hanging in the surrounding air.
She blinked rapidly, fighting the sudden assault on her senses. That wasn’t real. Dylan was alive. He was here, lying in her lap, warm and safe and grinning up at her like a drunk idiot.
“You can say no, y’know. Bro.” He failed to suppress a giggle at his immaculate rhyming capabilities.
“No. Lift your head up.” Dylan obediently did as she said. Kaitlyn reached toward the pile on the mattress and grabbed a small throw pillow. She placed it on her lap. “Now you can lie down,” she said, patting the pillow.
Dylan leaned back down and closed his eyes. “Mm, I feel like royalty. Like a pillow princess. A pretty princess with her pretty pillow.”
Kaitlyn snorted. “You’re less funny when you’re drunk.”
“You’re the one laughing.” Dylan muttered, stupid grin still plastered across his face.
“Shh. Movie.”
He grunted in response, shifting his body to face the television.
They watched the film together in silence, Kaitlyn absent-mindedly running her fingers through Dylan’s hair while trying to block out any thoughts regarding what had happened in the past 24 hours.
Eventually, Dylan’s breathing had slowed enough for Kaitlyn to notice, and she panicked for a brief moment before realizing he was fast asleep. She checked the timestamp on the movie. They were only about thirty minutes in. What a fucking lightweight.
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