#blccddriven

lips purse. the urge to b i t e spikes with every passing moment. how dare he. how f u c k i n g dare he. she told him all those years ago not to make her his home, yet here they are. the closest she’d ever been to humanity was bucky, then benny; not that he was much more human than her. no. she’s not forgiving him for this.

the urge to b l e e d him pulsed deep within her. she wants; n e e d s to cut, maim. it won’t make a difference, and she knows that. it doesn’t stop the desire to hurt him. he’s not worth the trouble he causes her, anyway. 

i’m here now.

where was he when she fell apart? when she put herself back together? where was he when she couldn’t control all of the shattered pieces of who she was colliding? where was he when she n e e d e d him? where was he then? where the fuck was he when she couldn’t stop the tremble in her hands from the ebbing and surging bursts of fucking pain coursed through her?

she’s going to cut him into little pieces and feed him to azazel in a meatpie. 

“ here now? you’re h e r e, now? ” she hisses, eyes melting an array on unearthly colors, “ that’s cute. ”

and she’s proud of herself for being steady in her first step; the second. she’s proud of herself for standing tall and mighty though shorter than him by a long shot. she hoped she quaked in his stupid fucking boots, with his stupid fucking accent and charm. 

“ where were you when i needed you, huh? where were you when i fucking n e e d e d you, benjamin lafitte? where the fuck were you then? ” she bites. 

maybe that wasn’t fair. it doesn’t matter much. she’s a n g r y, and he’s going to fucking listen to her. he’s going to deal with all of her righteous anger, and he’s going to f u c k i n g like it. 

a sharp, red nail presses into his chest, “ you w e r e n ‘ t here. don’t walk back in here like i owe you a goddamn thing. ”

sure. it was harsh. it was cold, calculated, and every bit of the demon bitch dean warned benny about all those years ago, but she’d be damned if he didn’t deserve it.

the darkness in the alcove doesn’t help slight increase of her pulse. she isn’t going to admit he startled her; much less willing to admit she’s happy to see him. luckily, her son isn’t behind her tearing holes into the grass with his inquisitive nature. he’s lucky he didn’t get shot walking on the property in the first place.

and maybe, it’s the valiant fight for normalcy that turns her around towards the voice behind her. it’s the urge to be reminded she isn’t alone; so far removed from everything she knows. and yet, she won’t meet his eyes. she won’t look up at him, because she thrives here, doesn’t she? in the shadows of the world around her?

“ i didn’t ask you to. ” it’s cold; accentless; flat. 

it’s a warning.

it’s not that she doesn’t think about him. that’s the furthest thing from the truth. it’s the fact she’s never needed to be reminded of someone’s existence. she doesn’t need connection or companionship to survive. she does that just fine. she exists in her own world of truths, and if he’s come to throw that off for her, he’s forgotten who he climbed into bed with. 

and if he needs to be reminded she’s scarier than anything he’ll see on his job, well- welcome home, benny.

kiss me::

she’s tired; spent months on the run, and it isn’t even close to the end. somehow she’d ended up in texas, and he’d still managed to track her. it didn’t matter that she wasn’t in one place for very long. mattered even less that she only paid in cash everywhere she went. there wasn’t much left to keep him at bay, now.

she’s sitting on the porch when benny approaches, dropping next to her with a friendly smile. it’s not his fault she’s distracted; paranoid, even. it’s not his fault she’s scanning the street, because she was stupid and left her keys. she can only hope millie shows up before he does.

“ i’m sorry, what? ” she murmurs, looking over at the man beside her.

they’d barely spoken before. dena’s never liked people. why she’s obliging him, she doesn’t know. “ just curious what’s got ya spooked. ”

“ oh. well, i- ” she doesn’t have time to explain, there’s a very familiar suited frame walking up the street. one she isn’t entirely sure is very pleased with her right now. “ can i kiss you? ” she hurries, finger beginning a senseless pattern along her knee.

he seems confused, nodding hesitantly, and she presses her lips to his the moment she has his consent. at least her timing is good enough to give the father of her child a hell of a show. she might even feel a little bad for using him. he has nothing to do with this.