#murdermiinded

          the summer breeze whips through the clearing, carrying his sounds of agony with it. nicodemus was suffering.

     “I’ve always been fascinated by serial killers. They’re always the fun ones, aren’t they?”

     Do you have a habit of sending people      obvious statements?

      “ i’m----i’m sorry! p-please don’t be mad. i-it was an accident.. ” he LOOKS like he’s ready to be struck, the way his hands are quick to cover his face and in the way he stands there and T R E M B L E S.

@murdermiinded ♥’d for a starter!

‘   ave yer seen me glasses ?? ------ and if you tell ANYONE that i wear ‘em , i’ll ‘ave yer balls on a string. ‘

          form  still  shakes    ,    spine  still  shifts    ACHINGLY  .    sat  upright    ,    GASPING    &&    STRUGGLING         -    his  mind  swims    ,    flashes  with  the  hateful  images  that  form  broken  memories  .    danny  next  to  him    ,    by  all  known  logic    ,    should    CALM    him         -    but  he  can’t  get  the  way  he’s  looking  at  him  out  of  his  goddamn  mind    ,    like  a  parasite    ,    living  under  the  surface  of  the  skin    ,    leeching  the  life  from  him  until  his  skin  is  the  ice - cold  that  it  is  used  to  .    the  way  he  must  have    SCREAMED    ,    the  sounds  he  must  have  made  to  wake  his    PARTNER  -  IN  -  CRIME    (    wet  cheeks  are  telltale  signs    ,    the  aching  in  his  jaw  collected    &&    collated    &&    stored  as  evidence    ,    guilt  unbelievably  lacing  his  bones    )  .          but    DANNY         -    danny  can’t  leave    ;    natural  rhythm  dictates  that  he    WILL    ,    but  dylan  couldn’t  handle  that  .    NOT    NOW  .    his  body    S C R E A M S    for  something  to  numb  him    ,    for  his  legs  to  carry  him  so  naturally  to  the  fridge    ,    for  arms  to  so  easily  take  its  one  inhabitant    &&    gulp  back  the  vodka  that  lines  the  sculpted  glass  walls         -    but  he    won’t    ,    for  fear  of  judgement    ,    for  fear  that  the  boy  that  lies  beside  him  will    ABANDON    the  frailty  he  would  see  .    so  shuddering  body  is  placed    ,    so  delicately    ,    back  against  the  bed    ,    springs  painfully  jabbing  between  ribs  as  he  positions  tearful  eyes  to  stare  into  danny’s    ,    faking  calm  as  arm  extends    ,    rubs  delicately  against  the  boy’s  shoulder  .    HUNGRY    kiss  is  planted  against  jawline    ,    another  to  his  neck    (    the    OVERLOAD    of  emotion  making  him    YEARN    for  something    ,    for  confirmation    ,    maybe    ,    that  the  want  is  reciprocated    ,    that  this  is    REAL    )    ,    before  he    ‘  rests  ’    ,    shaking  uncontrollably    ,    inches  from  danny’s  face  .                    ‘     g  -  go  back  to  sleep    ,    baby  .    ‘m  sorry  for  wakin’  you  .     ’          /          @murdermiinded    x

Such a rebel