𝓻𝓪𝓹𝒆 𝓫𝓪𝓲𝓽

          ♔▒ —— He could feel a giggle building in his chest, but swallowed it down forcibly. Honestly, if she couldn’t even handle the blood how was she gonna handle the pig? Maybe she didn’t know how heavy they were. He’d had this one stowed away for a special occasion in the backyard toolshed for a while now, starving it long enough to be able to carry it inside, but c’mon now. What if it’d been a whole farm hog? She’d be shit out of luck. Hell, what if it’d been a person?  

                              Y’know, it wasn’t too late for it to be a person, but he really didn’t wanna get in trouble, and murder wasn’t exactly as easy to write off as a failed attempt at making bacon. Unless of course he was intending to make bacon out of human flesh. Which, he wasn’t. Today. 

                              ❝I’m … I’m scared t’go to sleep,❞ He whined out, resting his head in his palms for dramatic effect and also to keep from laughing at her,  ❝What if I have nightmares bout it squealin’ at me?❞  

. · ⚬⚪ ⚪ ⟡ —— noelle wasn’t sure exactly how to go about this - but, she was now looking furiously through cabinets; bleach, she needed bleach, a bucket, and some sponges or towels perhaps. a mop? it would surely be destroyed... hands to her face as she rubbed hard, anxious about what exactly to do, and how exactly to handle it. the boys voice droned in the back - something about nightmares... « just, um, go watch some television okay? watch something happy, or you know - just, um. i can... it’s okay, just go. » a hand waved dismissively while pulling the found bucket out. water filled, bleach added, and stirred in well, nice and clean - hopefully this would work. thankfully the blood was still wet and sticky, it hadn’t dried yet, hopefully a good scrub would clean it well. for now, she took a garbage bag and went to work tentatively, and nervously, plucking up parts and stuffing them in. the pig itself was going to be the hard part, it was big, and she wasn’t... she toyed with many different ways of trying to sort this out, dragging it out, getting down and shoving it in the bag. she accepted that her clothes were going to be bloodied and need to be tossed after this...   « shit... shit. shit. » tears flooded her eyes, panic overtook, hands rubbed at her face while she tried to find a calm space - how was she supposed to deal with this.

⌿  ⌿  ⌿  ⌿     ⦙    Wes hadn’t been planning on getting caught, so there was no real surprise waiting for her. He had to think fast and with little resources as well. While she begged and prattled on about how he should give her the surprise now, his mind was ticking away. What did he have besides her panties in his jean’s pocket and his wallet —- then it hit him, there was the necklace from the hooker that he beat nearly to death. Cute gold thing he was going to pawn later, That would have to do.

There she was, temptation in the flesh, teasing with those lips, those eyes, that skin freshly exposed to him. Was she offering herself to him? No, she was just begging. Not the way he liked it but it was cute. A manipulative creature after his own heart, he liked that. He liked her. That wasn’t a good thing, that was the worst thing possible for her, and she would find that out eventually.

Looking down at her and her perfection, he ached endlessly for things he couldn’t have right now. With a sigh he tilted his head and pretended to think, when really he was just enjoying the view. A hand came back up again after fishing something from his pocket, that same pocket that held her cute little panties, knuckles once again grazing skin, but this time it was at the hinge of her jaw. His other hand came up as well, both working to meet behind her head. “ Alright, hold still. „

Working slow and careful, Wes opened the clasp on the necklace. In order to see what he was doing, he leaned in closer, peeking around behind her, leaving him so close he could feel the warmth of her breath on his neck. A faint smile pulled at his lips, and he allowed his gruff chin to brush against her soft cheek. Just a little tease as he leaned back and pulled the necklace around, clasping it in together in front with ease. Then he leaned again while fixing it and turning the pretty thing properly, resting the small gem down almost perfectly between her collarbones. It fell just a little lower than dead center but it would look good anyway. 

As he leaned back to look at his work, he gave her tormented cheek a soft and slow kiss. She smelled like heaven and it made him ache to taste her. “ What do you think, princess? Ain’t much, just figured you should have something nice since I wasn’t around for your birthday. „ That wasn’t his intention when he was stealing it from the dirty whore of a woman, but now it would be a good excuse.

________________ @petitnoelle

. · ⚬⚪ ⚪ ⟡ —— shifting in place, noelle glanced to him for a moment and then away - her room was tidy, but there were a few things out of sort. mother would have screamed at her about it, but he didn’t seem to mind. in fact, he never seemed to mind much of anything - it was odd, she could recall number one hating the way she always asked questions, and number four slapping her for the way she gave him rude eyes. but this one was kind, so far, nice, so far - but never the less, a little odd. even now in his softness, the brush of knuckles, the scratch of his beard, the way he pulled the necklace around her neck. she was unsettled. noelle bunched her hair to help, letting all of it dangle over one shoulder as he clasped the necklace in place and let it hang. it was nice; she would thank him, even if she wasn’t normally the type to wear such things - she often lost them, and feared doing so. she’d had a silver cross a while ago, lost it at school, and mother hadn’t been happy. elly hated to disappoint, and more so, hated being in trouble. she tried not to think about it, just dawned a bright smile and slipped closer.

« this is really for me? » the girl cooed, slipping off the bed and letting the sheet fall away before climbing onto his lap, facing him, face burying in his neck and giving a nuzzle; she wriggled and hugged tightly; this would be the first show of affection she’d ever shown him - not that she was accepting him as her new father figure, because she was not, by any means; but, because she was taught to show kindness to those who showed it to her. this was how she knew to say thank you.

. « you didn’t need to get me anythin, tho, it’s not your job or anything. » elly leaned back, hands to his chest, smile still plastered. « it’s - you don’t think mother will be upset? or jealous? »