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Warm liquid dripping from trembling hands as one of them wiped unwanted tears from pale cheeks. The bloody knife far too big in the grasp of small fingers, cutting through the fur of the small rabbit in front of him, just so its skin could be pulled apart from the meat. Bile raising to the mouth of the six year old boy.

Vision blurred by shade of crimson. A gloved hand now wrapped around the neck of the unfortunate prey, except it was a rabbit, it was the kid. The Ghostface's deft hand wielding the knife like an extension of himself, peeling layers of skin and digging the sharp blade into muscles till it pierced soft organs. Gutting a younger version of himself. The familiar name making dread pool into the ghostly figure's core, deep enough to where that name still meant something. Was his father going to admonish him for being to sloppy ? For not getting rid for once and all of what held him back ?

Didn't he already kill him once ?

The hand gripping his shoulder earning a sharp intake of air, instincts dictating his actions when his fingers came to viciously wrap around his wrist, wide and unfocused hazel hues shooting open and staring at the man next to him. It took Daniel more than just a moment to realize where he was, what was going on. A nightmare. One he hadn't have in such long while. He swallowed hard, letting go of his lover's wrist.

Fuck. Something akin to a growl vibrating deep in his chest when he claimed those perfectly rosy lips once more, those very same lips that just uttered words that Danny would have never thought of hearing; that just sealed Dwight's fate for the rest of their time. A hungry kiss, ravenous even, as he let go of his lover's hip just so he could sneak his arm around his waist, making it easier for the killer to slowly get onto his feet without breaking their mouths apart, pulling him against his chest as to prompt his lover to wrap his legs around him.

He didn't move for several moments, letting himself getting lost in the taste of the survivor's mouth. All his rational thoughts so easily gone, the need to make Dwight permanently his the only thoughts circling in his head alongside the echo of the survivors pleas. His free hand coming to take a handful of the other's hair, a tug, breaking their kiss and making the survivor's head tilt back. " You are going to look so pretty when I'm done with you. " Mouth latching onto his throat, one, two, three kisses left behind. " My beautiful little rabbit. "

It was with ease that Danny brought the survivor to the bed, their bed. His own knees resting against the edge of the mattress so he could drop his lover in the middle. Hands running down Dwight's sides and coming to rest on top of his thighs, fingers kneading the clothed flesh when he leaned over to steal another lingering kiss. " Get undressed, doll. " Another kiss, the corner of his mouth curving into a well known smirk. " Everything except your briefs. " And as if to make a point, he let his fingers brush over the survivor's growing desire when he moved back onto his feet, standing in front of the bed.

so i'm working away from home till the 7 of september, not by choice, on top of that i've been given a shitty af room for both me and my dog, the wifi is spotty af and truth to be told. which is why i'm currently also looking for a new job. all of that combined is weighing on my overall mental health 'cause it feels so damn isolating and it's stressing.