#hypnxtica

feel better soon, dear!! <3

 The house was old and broken, much like the family that had lived there, at one time or another. However, whoever they had been was long since gone, but that didn’t stop people from trying to live there. Squatters, mostly. Vagabonds and those who held no place in the whole of society found themselves seeking shelter in this small house.

     But the shelter had given way to death.        Several of the bodies had been there for days,        though their wounds seemed very recent. The        puddles of blood were cold, but still not quite just       stains in the wood. 

He awoke with a grunt. He always had.

A toned arm covered in pale freckles and prominent veins reached to the alarm clock and hit it, recovering the peaceful silence which had filled the apartment before it rang. It was ten thirty in the morning; it always was. He allowed himself no more than four hours of sleep, lest he dreamt of anything at all. Nightmares frequented his sleep, dreams of drowning and nooses and leashes. He preferred his constant state of intoxication and fatigue to his dreams; especially when he had company.

He reached to pull his pillow over his head, to shade his eyes from the harsh light of day, but stopped when his arm ran into a warm figure beside him. Oh. Well, well, well.

It wasn’t that he was known to be loose – not that he took a different patron home with him every single night – but a variety of young flappers did end up finding their way into his bed more often than not. Some nights he was just drunk enough; some nights he simply did not want to go home alone; other nights, there were exceptional cases in which they were interesting enough for him to take an actual liking to them.

Which was this?

He turned, propping himself on an elbow in order to look at the woman lying beside him. Dark, fair hair; petite figure (though, compared to his towering stature they were all petite, weren’t they?), her spine small bumps and slopes in the smooth skin of her back.

How embarrassing. He didn’t keep anything but cheap gin in his flat ---- not even coffee.