#criimescened

she had become a child to the storm;  vines of light crackling with the indigo sky,  ivory hip perched against the counter where she leaned over just the slightest,  pink lips pressed together as the last of many candles is lit.  notes of nutmeg  &  rainwater fill the home.  there’s a slight chill to the room,  the precipice of fall lingering in the draft let in through the windows,  falling back to soft heels of feet.  the power had left the building behind closed lids quite some time ago,  and  vaguely  she can make out the sound of the other’s footsteps drawing nearer. 

       A SENSE OF URGENCY secures the base of his  s k u l l  to his neck, his breath at  e v e n  with the lead ball  DROWNING  his lungs, pressing owned ineptness to flash against sensitive retinas. a deer caught in HEADLIGHTS, his jammed thoughts offer, harsh chains whipping with  PREJUDICE  to constrict his brain. 

           ❝    -------- you didn’t know?   ❞

  the aftermath of a brushfire. that’s what it feels like. nothing left behind but dust  &  ash; nothing but  RUIN  in its wake. he doesn’t blame the  s u p e r m o o n  for the blood on his hands –––––––– blame lies with him  &  him alone, a tenuously caged beast set free, claws digging into his ribs. no delusions harbored here:  HE FOUGHT WITH THE INTENT TO KILL.  &  he wouldn’t have stopped.  there are some lines you can’t uncross. some things carved so deeply  &  irrevocably on the soul that all the GOOD INTENTIONS in the world can’t erase them.  forgiveness was never on the table.

  he doesn’t expect that from anyone   ( from the pack he no longer has, torn asunder by their own machinations; all theo did was push the right buttons, pull the right strings ... ),  &  he isn’t about to seek that from stiles. it accounts for why he doesn’t SPEAK, at first. why he doesn’t make eye contact until the  h e a t  of the older boy’s stare begins to  CORRODE  like battery acid. 

tbh i want 2 do all the things w/ you so

              ‘ well, now i know something freaky is really going on...      do you know who i am ?? ’