#bedevileds

" i know i shouldn't be here, but i really needed to see you. i had to make sure you were okay. "

" what are you doing here ? did you back to finish what you started ? "

" of course i'm not here alone, " a forced scoff escapes crimson shaded petals as delicate fingers reach for her drink before she takes a much needed sip from it. " my date is just late, he - " she cuts herself off. she had been stood up, her date had texted her moments ago giving her some lame excuse as to why he couldn't make it. " he's just late, okay ? "

pregnant. she was pregnant with his baby. the thought still hadn't fully sunk into. a storm of emotions had hit him, shock, fear, even a silver of excitement that he didn't want to admit to. he wasn't ready for this, he didn't know if he could be. their divorce was weeks away from being finalized, yet here he was, sitting outside the clinic, patiently waiting for her to arrive for the ultrasound. the first ultrasound. footsteps caught his attention and dark hues glanced up to spot the familiar figure. "hey," he greets her almost hesitantly. "how are you feeling ? "

' y'know , you're not as big of a loser as i thought . ' teasing tone to his voice as he playfully nudges against their shoulder. ' you're actually kinda cool. ' / closed starter for @bedevileds!

                              “     how     is     that     the     worst     thing     that     could     happen      ⎯⎯⎯     getting     close     to     me     ?     ”

                              “     if     you     could     could     just     let     me     talk     for     a     second     , then     maybe     i     could     at     least     try     to     explain     .     ”

a careful hand caresses the cold features of the body sprawled along the velvet chaise ⸻ a private moment between hunter and prey. that is until the faint sound of a quickened heartbeat fills cardan's attuned ears. what had been a carefully concealed defect now lays out in the open, scarlet hues flickering in the direction of the chamber door. how strange to feel like the deer, at the mercy of one's captor. "thank god you're here," he manages to get out, "i don't think she's breathing." perhaps she hadn't seen his ungodly act.