#viclated

Fear set in as if on cue and the deerling began to glow a brilliant shade of green, captured before feet could slam into the earth, at the mercy of the predator that so easily managed to sneak up behind him. Black ears flicked and twitched wildly, tail ducking and flattening against poorly clothed skin, heart so violently beating against his rib cage, threatening to leap between fragile bones. Tiny frame began to quiver in tandem with rattled nerves and his sight had been all but clouded by green, breaths leaving him as quickly as he drew them in. Teeth so gently scraped against his nape, goosebumps rising on his skin, and he shuddered. He was afraid.

But a familiar scent filled his nose and a wide pair of teal flit about, head craning, pulling away from lips and teeth to make absolutely sure he wasn’t going to be devoured…. ‘ Z-Zero? ‘

♔ —➤     His prey was so cute when they were scared, it only made Zero delight more for their slim neck, to take them while he fed. And in the circumstance he was in-- he was truly hungry. Eye sockets crusted over with blood behind old bandages twitched as he drew his mouth over the other’s neck. ❝ You smell....so good.... ❞

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   Their spine cracks as they pull their heavy sweater over their head. Not an uncommon sound- but their bare chest must have been strange to see. If she hadn’t been looking before, the sound should have caught her attention. They wouldn’t have expected anything else. Her eyes made them feel almost anxious- it was rare anyone ever saw more than their face.

   Even if they just intended to switch to a clean top, they still felt self conscious. Their pale skin was rough with scars- and the thought of someone seeing their ever-present symbols of vulnerability made them shiver. What a terrible thought. 

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      “There’s an unofficial holiday for love, while the majority of people just pretend to feel it.” Usually, they weren’t one to drink too much- but all the pent up loneliness in them was spilling over after a long day of watching lovebirds come and go happily. They sip their wine and sigh, before pouring another glass. She was there to comfort them, but maybe her presence was a part of the problem. Something in their chest wouldn’t leave them be- and the unfamiliar feelings she brought up scared them. Was it love, or a lust for companionship? 

      “Am I pretending-? God- what am I feeling now?” They can’t quite stop themselves from letting the emotion bubble over. “I thought I- of all people- could control it. I’m not allowed to feel it. I can’t feel it.” They stop for a moment, tasting their wine for the first time tonight.

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Right Here In My Arms, HIM

’ you sleep through the night, ’ he mused, claws gently dragging through her hair.