#crimepassions

INBOX PROMPTS ╱ 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

“Don’t pout, darling.” Her smile is all charm and ease, a dimpled hint of mischief dancing across her face, and dark hues that know exactly the effect they tend to have. She leans in, draping herself effortlessly and casually around them. “I never wander so far that I can’t be found easily now, do I?”

Jiwoo’s thumb brushes against the corner of their mouth, slow and deliberate, tugging lightly.  “Hm, you almost sound like you’ve missed me. Or is that just wishful thinking?” / @crimepassions

@crimepassions said: ツ — EXCITED text

Text: Guess what

Text: Parole gave me the all clear to go on a trip with you

Callisto hadn't meant to startle him. They're still getting used to being in each other's space in the quiet like this, but there was no denying that she'd been waiting for him to come out of the shower. He hasn't seen her yet, but she's clad now in the shirt he'd stripped off before he'd disappeared, because she thinks he's going to like it.

At the wordless permission, Callisto's fingers continue their path over each knob of his spine, detouring every so often to touch one of those healed over scars or welts. After a moment, she gets a little closer, coming to kneel behind him - able, now, at this height, to press a soft kiss where neck meets spine.

Fuck. Fuck.

Of course her night would go like this. Romy was at her father's place, so Macie had decided to try going out for once, having a little fun - but it had been one let down after another. People getting too close, crowding her and making her feel like she couldn't breathe. Macie had escaped, only for her car to start making noises that were soon drowned out when the heavens opened - so she'd simply cut her losses and pulled over on the side of the road, crawling into the backseat to have a little cry.

Poppy shouldn't be here. Not at this time of night, not at all. She can't help herself, though, having ignored the pull all night until it got too much.

The grounds are quiet, the wet grass quiet under her soft feet.

She'd screamed for this man, was the thing. Dark eyes survey the headstone. Her throat had been ripped raw, and even as the sound had been pulled from her mouth, there'd been nothing she could do.

So why did she feel the need to be here now?