#infate

HEART RULES OVER HEAD:   whims   &   impulse hold the reigns,   emotion blinding from any reason.   jealousy is an ugly,   dark thing   –––   working its way painfully through marrow,   through every ventricle   &   vent till he’s breathing rage.   bitterness burns like acid at the back of pearl - dusted throat,   the knife pulled from boot warm in his white grip.   THE TUNE PULSE BEATS TO.   blade threatens to dig into flesh,   itching to carve into the spot just beneath where sternum ends,   fingers gripping graverobber’s chin painfully.   the sight of blood is always unpleasant   (   TURNING STOMACH   ),   but the relief of another lover dead   &   buried   –––   another betrayal served vengeance   –––   is too sweet.   he is both the killer   &   the victim:   the one you mourn   /   the one you scorn,   a turned cheek that begs for all eyes on him no matter the method.   I DARE YOU.   intimacy bleeds between them,   the closeness of chest to chest,   cherry lips left agape just before graverobber’s own stained mouth;   every breath shared   &   every fidget felt.       ❛❛     and what makes you think,     ❜❜      A TWIST OF THE KNIFE,   EYES DEVOURING,      ❛❛     that you deserve such a mercy?     ❜❜        a frown,   the dagger sinking into flesh ever so slightly   –––   carelessly.   grip on jaw to a caress against cheek.       ❛❛     . . . you hurt me,   baby.     ❜❜

EYE ROLL FAR FROM SPARED,   irritation made plain across tightened features,   angles drawn sharper:   cruelty the linger behind them.   even as outburst subsides,   clearer heads will not prevail.   he wants what he wants,   &   he’s hardly accustomed to being told no   –––   spoiled brat prince at his first   &  foremost.      ❛❛    please.   spare me your insufferable insolence.    ❜❜     arms cross against leather,   gaudy buttons   &   tassels twining as heels splay in wide stance.   rouge spasms   /   a twitch of unpleasantness.   both a silent plea   &   a particular nonchalance,   words dancing the line delicately.   the air that surrounds him is all sex,   cinnamon,   smoke;   bitter   &   sweet in a delicate push - pull.   beneath it,   something colder prowls,   something broken   &   jagged.   he wants a hit,   that little blue vial mockingly inches away from nose,   &   he wants it now.        ❛❛    i’m in no mood for that particular brand of charm of yours tonight.   it’s a rather unbecoming look on that handsome face,   anyway.    ❜❜      pleasantries out from grit teeth,   lipstick dark in its deadly purse,   vexation curling in its corners.   worn thin,   down to the bone   –––   this won’t be his first high of the night,   nor his last.   a sigh bristles,   dampened hazels flickering away from the blue glow to graverobber’s own stare.        ❛❛    what do you want?    ❜❜

                  “     so,     I     have,     like,    three     hours     to     kill     –     four     if     luigi     gets     creative,     ”     eyes     roll     (     there     is     no     empathy     towards     their     target,     Rotti     taught     them     well     enough;     whoever   disrespects     God     doesn’t     deserve     to     live,     and     he     happens     to     carry     the     Largo     name   proudly     ),     arms     fold     over     her     chest     as     she     glances     to     her     side,     where    Graverobber     sits     upon     a     dumpster     –     there   is          a     certain     silent     familiarity     between    the     two     that     neither     of     them     will     admit    to.     It     speaks     volumes     that     she     has     ran     out     to     him     to     begin     with,     “     where’s     the     z?     I’ve     heard     zero     from     you     for     two     days,     so     I’m     guessing     you    came     back     loaded     again.     ”

B:eg.maid/housekeeper/room attendant, and desk clerk/front desk agent.…

     will they remember who you are?       probably not.       do you care?                             definitely not.

❥ { "U-Uhm, hey there! Who are you?" }

❥ { "...Uh? W-w-what?!" }

❥ { "DAD I NEVER WANTED TO SEE THAT." }