NO STRINGS ON ME !!

starter call. –– @murdermiinded

     “I’ve always been fascinated by serial killers. They’re always the fun ones, aren’t they?”

             he wants to laugh,     mock the clueless mind of a mere human again and again,     but a joke is only funny for so long ;       and he has lived for far many decades ,      seen far too many variations of daily struggles ;     but the clueless,     pathetic mind of a human always seems to stay the same.          ❛    because i’m starving.   ❜       he rasps darkly,     chilly breath fanning over the boy’s ear.          a mere turn of his head,        and chartreuse orbs capture those eyes ;  study those features.        ❛   and you’re a   walking   buffet.   ❜

           ❛  oh, i don’t.  ❜        he reassures,     mockery in his tone and evidently displayed on stolen features.      another step forward and they’re standing face to face ;       chartreuse orbs glowing in the dim street lights.       a slight bow to his head;      and cold lips ghost over the shell of the boy’s ear.         ❛   one less amateur, one more empty bed.  ❜      his voice drops to a whisper ;     lips curled to devious smirk before a low,     dark chuckle. 

            it’s dangerous ;  just how perfectly he fits into this little frame.        the one to fill a spot in the boy’s life that summarizes all his tragedies.         ❛   what  home ?   ❜       he rasps,      stepping closer and closer,      but oh so slowly.         the scent of agony and indecisive thoughts makes a rotten mouth water,        and it’s all reeking from the boy.    ❛    where will you go ?    ❜

             an unimpressed ;  almost mocking     ( definitely mocking. )    demeanor.       a light tilt to a head that doesn’t belong to him,         but that still is intruded by his thoughts     ( his demands. )       and a squint to devious eyes.          ❛    urusen.   ❜    shut up.        a slow inhale;    and said stolen head tilts to the other side.      ❛    you had your shot and you blew it.    face the facts.      ❜

        he hates it.     it feels as if he’s standing in front of his grandparents again, telling him he had the chance to eat but fucked it.    the genius doesn’t even KNOW what he’s missing out on;  half of his mind is SCREAMING at him to just walk away, find a victim like the plan was.   but the other half, the childish side that craves approval && affection from anyone is screaming louder. 

           there is a quirk of his brow,    but indeed,   no queries come forth.    stuart steps aside ;     allowing danny the space to cross the threshold of his home.      ❛   i’m never busy.   ❜      for you   ——   it lingers there in the gap betwixt his lips ;    but they press together to form a thin line momentarily.       ❛   are you okay ?   ❜

         ❛    deal’s off,  sunshine.   –––––––– i don’t waste my time on  amateurs.   ❜    lure him in,  lure him in  ;   it’s the perfect bait for an arrogant boy.  

         ❛    quite terribly, in fact.  –––––––  it’s almost  pitiful.  ❜

              ❛   ––––––––took you a while,  hm ?   ❜

                ‘ are you FOLLOWING me?’