#killercroconeshot

Waylon had never thought he would find anyone, his condition left him hopeless and angry, causing some of his rather violent freak outs.  Then you showed up in his life.  He could feel it as soon as you touched his hand, you didn’t cower in fear, in fact, you smiled at him.  You told him that he was your soulmate and that you wanted to see where this feeling you had led.  He was of course nervous about that, he was angry and violent and you seemed so small and fragile, and how did he know that you would ever truly care about him?

              You spent months in a sewer with him, seemingly immune to the smell or the dank space, just enjoying the company of this freak of nature you were saddled with and he didn’t understand.  You spent hours talking to him, learning about him even though he didn’t speak much.  It was after you had rambled on about your high school prom that he finally had to ask.

              “Do you really love me?  Love this life?  And not because you have too?” he said, his voice gruff but soft.  You looked over at him and smiled.