hello bitches

“My type is the soft shadow of your neck, bruised from the encouragement of your pulse. Its the unmarked, tender skin of the inside of your thigh - oh, so achingly close to what we both want. Its the curve of your back, hands pressed, teeth coaxing whines from swollen lips. My type wiggles. It begs and pleads. My type is any untouched and uncorrupted area of your body my lips, my fingers,  can find, tattooing everything I am in a signature of bruises.”

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       Looking over his shoulder, Liam groans when he sees his sister approaching him. He sits up a little straighter as his stomach growls. A traitor. “I swear to god, if you come over here with another cupcake, I’m going to scream, Izzy.” A lie. He wouldn’t. Not at her. Not when he craved the stupid things she baked. “You can go and feed Vinny. He’s wasting away in the basement. Unless…” He trailed off with a grin forming. “Another skeleton to add to your collection.” 

The moment she heard him groan, feet slowed and a very dramatic pout took its place against her lips. “Don’t do that.”  It didn’t stop her approach, and after a moment, her steps picked back up until she was coming to slide into the seat beside him. “It’s like Pavlov. I have your stomach trained.” Izzy laughed, the sound short and clipped before she straightened. “Vin never appreciates my baking. Not like you.” Flash of white came with the smile, her head coming to lean against his shoulder. 

There she was, bare foot, standing under the leaves of an Oak tree on the outskirts of the middle of town. Neck craned as she struggled to see up to the top. Or, even just through the first layer of leaves that were blocking her line of sight. 

“All I’m saying,” despite the very focused attention she had on the tree, she hadn’t lost sense of the person she had been standing by. Whether or not the first half of this conversation actually made it out of her mind or not was still yet to be seen, but it all made perfect sense to her. “-is that the only way you’ll know if you can fly... is by climbing up there.” She paused, finally pulling her gaze from the tree to look at the person she was with, one finger pointing up toward the top. 

“Come on Eileen..” She has started the sing a long with what would be considered an oldie but a goodie. It was sickening really, this tradition that they’d settled on. The whimsical singing of whatever song had happened to weasel its way into memories while they were so casually taking part in what most would have labeled cold blooded murder. In their family, it was probably just another Tuesday.

Heel of boot stepped, as if she was intending to start an entire two dance routine over the body that was spread out on the floor. The crunching under was clearly the breaking of bones, but it was a reminder of what words came next. “Oh I swear, At this moment.” There was a groan from underneath her as foot stepped on chest now, pivoting to do a dramatic turn as arms were thrown into the air for the finish.

“You mean EVERYTHINGGGGGGG TO MEEEEEEEEEE.”

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It wasn’t uncommon to find the twins in a moment such as this. In fact, it would have been more weird to see them acting in any other way. Izzy watched, quiet as her sister moved, sang, enjoyed yet another bloody moment between them. After a few moments of silence on her part, she finally stepped forward, her voice coming in with the tone of the song as opposed to the lyrics. The soft “Buh buh bums” coming with each step she took.

Leaning down, the back of her fingers patted a pale face in beat with the song Dev was, fabulously, belting out above him. It was when her sister’s arms were thrown up that Death popped up to her level with wide eyes. 

There was a bounce to her step, the unmistakable movement that could have been interpreted as dance. But just subtle enough that it could have seemed as if she were drunk. Hands were tucked into the pockets of her jacket, balled into the fabric to keep it from sliding down her frame. Each step was taken deliberately, the beat that played in her head very clearly only there.

But there had been a pause, the smirk pulling at each corner of her mouth, turning lips upward. Izzy hadn’t pulled her attention in any direction just yet, but instead, kept her gaze down at her feet as they picked up the movement once more. The dance turning into a game of invisible hopscotch as she rounded the corner. “I can smell you.”

Ever since arrival, her senses had been out of whack. The collection of beings that had escaped her touch threw off her balance. But the scent he carried was one she knew well, and every through the little touch of doubt she’d acquired in the last few days, this she couldn’t mistake. Couldn’t miss.

Wouldn’t that be fabulous.