#vyrulent

Ever since he found out she was a real, living, breathing mermaid he had been curious and the cogs and wheels in his mind had been churning for quite some time. He was even more curious what fears she harbored but he didn't think that she would be so naive really when it came to men of his stature. She was hard to coerce in Arkham, what would be different if he just let the chips fall where they may? No he needed to keep studying up on her. He would have to work his way around it and gain her trust and confidence a little more.

Crane did the whole Easter egg dying, dipping thing with her and then he introduced her to his famous egg salad but it was going to take more than just sandwiches to get on her good side. Only so he could peek into her subconscious and find what really made her tick.

"I got you a few dresses. You will need them in the future."

@vyrulent continued from here

    It was one of those activities that he never truly grasped until he saw it in action. He had seen her camera from the sidelines and for that little project of hers sometime back, but how did it work? His one lesson was to not touch her stuff, but he couldn't help but be curious ... leaning a little too closely over her shoulder while sticking his nose toward her camera.

    "W-wait, me? Tryin' your camera? I dunno, babes. It's got way too many buttons for my taste," he blinked, pulling his head back. "Y'know how I get when I have to work something with too many knobs. I get my eyes in a twist!" Coincidentally, his eyes contorted into a pretzel-like shape before forcing themselves back into his skull.

Gloved hands come to wrap around her waist, then slowly inch upward to her collarbones. He presses himself against her ; not because he is turned on but only to show her that she belongs to him. No one else can touch her.

It's possessive and carnal. Only his eyes and his hands are allowed to roam over that body. Only her eyes and her hands are allowed to touch his flesh. Anyone else would get a bullet in the head or a knife through their skull.

"Be a good girl and don't let me catch you looking at anyone else, hm?"

He looked down into the bowl she cracked the eggs inside, watching her dainty hand whisk away at the infamous scrambled eggs he witnessed her make so many times before.

A bit of a smile touched the corners of his mouth and he really had no clue why, but it seemed whenever he was around his favorite obsession he was always in good spirits.

"And do you make bacon with these?"

it stirs within the confines of its lair, all the endless teeth in its maw scraping against one another as it yawns. another twenty-seven years gone, passed by in the blink of an eye.

a drop of water within the ocean of its eternal life.

joints pop and crack as it stretches languidly, taking its time to come to full awareness. the deadlights flicker and flare, growing brighter as it becomes more and more coherent of this time, this place. the smells, the sounds, the tastes of a new generation.

it feels her presence, like ice brushing the back of a bare neck. its many jaws twitch into something that is a semblance of the painted smile it wears in its favorite shape.

"aabbbbbyyyyy~!" it croons off-key, a thousand voices coming together in horrid unity.

"how wonderfullll to know you're still around."

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐒 ! - Nude in Nature

. His shadow drapes a blue shroud over the young woman. 

. Brian has his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans and his head cocked, looking down on Hadley with an expression of benign amusement. He’s flushed from the heat, turned tan from the sickly translucent pale he had been when she’d first arrived like an animal that’s donned its summer coat. The cigarette burning on his lip perfumes the air. 

-----𝘙𝘌𝘋𝘕𝘌𝘊𝘒 𝘚𝘏𝘌𝘕𝘈𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘕𝘚 !

“God this bitch drives like a— HEY!”

. Philip lays hard on the horn. 

. Brian takes dour eyes from the monotonous repeating pattern of cornfields beside them, his purple-ringed gaze traveling slowly between the car ahead of them and his brother, who is quickly igniting a new pattern of rage behind the wheel. Here it comes. 

. “Bitch!” Beep! “Bitch!” Beep! Beeeeeeeep!

. “Philly, she’s jus’ some outta towner.” Brian grouses. He’s annoyed his conversation at the gas station had been cut short. He’d liked her long lashes and her AC/DC tshirt and the fact that he could kinda see her bra, and his brother was a big fat cockblock with no sense of responsibility toward other people. It’s gotta be her, Brian. She’s the one, Brian. If she’s dumb enough to give you the time of day she’s dumb enough to be easy pickings, BRIAN. He knew enough not to argue with Philip, lest the bigger man give him a real reason to be sore about it. 

. Philip speeds ahead, grinding the truck through the muddy ditch on the side in order to get out in front of the stranger and brake check her. 

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