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rev/revy. she/her. 25 y/o. woc. amateur writer. gif maker. the pitt & shawn hatosy ◡̈

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then, there is the opportunist

homecoming

poison is the shallow breath

he can smell it, too.

the sickly sweet, rusty smell of blood that he’s spilled plenty of times before. more familiar to him than water, now.

his heart pounds against his breastbone, an erratic thundering. are you hurt? you didn’t sound hurt when you had spoken over the phone.

what have you gotten yourself into?

his footsteps are heavy but silent across your carpet, as stealthy as pope can manage for a man his size and weight. he hears a squish of something beneath his feet as he nears the restroom, and with every following step, seeping into the fibers of the carpet. the door is a quarter of the way open, and he raps on it lightly so you know he’s just outside.

the smell is strongest here. he looks down at his sneakers, illuminated by the flickering light of the restroom. they’re covered in red.

“come in,” you whisper.