dearly domesticoded.

  DOMESTICODED

                               ❛ ——— DEXTER. ❜

                                the name leaves brian’s lips a gentle hum, affectionately familiar. his flesh and blood, his fellow traveler, his other half, HIS BROTHER. so similar, yet so dissimilar in their ways and their values… or lack thereof. separated for decades, alone and other, and now finally united against all odds.

                                despite the poetry, dexter has never once stepped foot in here before. they stand in brian’s basement-turned-freezer, brian clothed in a black surgical smock ( the better to conceal the stains of dried blood on its fabric ). dexter declined to kill with him, as brian anticipated, but in an optimistic turn of events, he did agree to watch his brother work post-mortem.

                              ❛ i’m so happy you’re finally here with me. ❜ brian claps dexter on the shoulder with a gloved hand, beaming uncharacteristically. ❛ let me know if you get too chilly. ❜

                 dexter, dexter? earth to dexter? paging mr. morgan--- er, moser? alas, it’s no use --- the dear boy is absolutely mesmerized, bewitched, the colicky infant in the dark backseat of the slick-railed wagon in his cerebrum coddled with a thumb-in-the-mouth remedy as he gapes wide-eyed and slack jawed. his sanctuary --- where commodities of the bloodless wonder persuasion were produced, packaged and delivered with free, standard shipping. beautiful!

                dearly derailed performs a 360, an elegant twirl ( the graceful monster! ) as he absorbs such a clinical atmosphere --- the secret headquarters to a lucrative ( if you’re into it! ) business --- a trade in which he is well-versed, though hardly by this standard. what an invitation! he had rsvped with such haste, signed yours truly, sent, sealed and delivered in a hairbreadth of a moment upon its receipt. truthfully, he couldn’t help himself. like waving a venta choco-caramel frappi-something-or-other ( he could never establish himself as far as the lingo was concerned ) in the face of a self-proclaimed coffee addict and starbucks devotee, he had been all but eager between scratching and twitching to snatch the opportunity. he had only hoped he’d dressed a little more appropriate for such a black-tie occasion, rather than the dexter-designed ‘hawaiian shirt and garbardine slack’ business-casual attire of which he seemed so fondly fond. chic, slimming --- far too normal. rather offensive, one may find . . .

                ❛ happy to be here, ❜  he chimes helpfully --- and he is, isn’t he? a counterfeit version of such an overrated sentiment, of course --- nothing too splashy and out-of-budget, something to which brian could relate without question ( the beauty of it! ). but content, nonethemore, nonetheless, to tour the set of the surprising ice truck run amuck succession, hosted by his very own flesh and blood---- brother! a big brother. how it rolls off the tongue.

                chilly --- a response to that effect seemed inappropriate for a cold-blooded reptile such as himself, but telling endearing next-of-tangible-kin so seemed just as impolite. so he settles for a perfunctory nod in the midst of his silent reverie, hardly declining the hand that flitters to his shoulder --- an invite back to reality, to the present moment. big brother surely is hospitable, he’d give him that.