HE PRACTICALLY LEANS INTO RACHELLE'S TOUCH, craving more of it despite it barely having started. ❝ i am being the exact same way. is always something in my brain that will be telling me 'if you are resting, the world will be forgetting about you, someone will steal all that you are having...' ❞ silence, as alexei's own hand reaches up to cradle his boyfriend's cheek. ❝ i think it is the nature of being what we are. ❞

NOT EXACTLY THE SAME SITUATION, but Rachelle nods despite it, tilting his chin down to press kisses against his palm. Plump lips drag against the skin there, as if he'd pull away with the contact. Rachelle doesn't bite this time, just nuzzles close against his touch. "Forgetting me is wise, forgetting you would be difficult." It's said with a half smile, a rise and fall to his shoulders. "But importance has made it so life feels very quick at all times. I just want to lay here with you for a bit if I'm being honest."

❝ glitter. glitter and rhinestones and mesh, that is all i am having at the moment. ❞ HE HASN'T EVEN PICKED OUT HIS MUSIC FOR THE SEASON YET, even though this is the time of the year when alexei has everything ready to start learning. all the choreo laid out on a coffee - stained notebook ( the same one he's had for fourteen years ) and the music fully edited and loaded up on a usb - c stick for the rink to play. but he's been taking his time, trying not to burn himself out before the season even starts. he doesn't pull away from rachelle's touch, turning his head to look at her fully with a smile plastered on his face. ❝ i will have to be apologising to my old designer, but there is simply no way i could be allowing anyone but my boyfriend to be designing my costumes anymore. ❞

RACHELLE GETS HIS MATERIALS FROM HIS VICTIMS. Just because the people are dead, does not mean that perfectly good outfits can go to the landfill or stuffed inside a body bag to never see the light of day. Cannibals eat the skin and flesh anyway, so the things they're wearing are deemed useless by default. Rachelle's all about limiting waste as a whole. A conscientious killer, if he were to be honest. Not one of the good ones by a long shot, but good to the earth. Alexei is usually in sparkles and black performance outfits, so Rachelle thinks for a moment before speaking again. "Do you trust me?" A simple question that holds weight. "Because I want to bring you out of your box just a little bit."

[ TXT ➜ rachelle 🖤 ] : to be fair, even if i weren't i'd be stuck inside the ed all day so i don't really see the sun much except in the summer [ TXT ➜ rachelle 🖤 ] : week off actually, had a bunch of days off saved so i thought why not? the only thing i have to do this week? look after the pets

( new message : witch doctor 🫀🩺 ) : and do you want company?

he's overwhelmed and irritated. he also just bought a hot tub for his house in jersey.

HE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO SAY ANYTHING. he'll just sit next to rachelle, keeping him company, scroll through his phone. even if all he wants to do is talk the other's ear off.

Rachelle fixes the hood on Alexei's jacket and lets his hand trail up to the blonde's hair, twirling the strands around his finger. It's a minute before he speaks. "I think I need to rest," which is probably true. "but I think something will go wrong if I do."