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xadmortem
"State yer name and purpose there, lambchop."

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[ She felt sick. She felt really sick. The young brunette stood there before the bloodied corpse, of the teen she had just murdered. There was blood everywhere, on the pale blue tile floor, of the bathroom. Brook couldn't take it, as she then darted towards a stall, and vomited into the toilet. ]
[ Fuck, this just got even more complicated. The brunette slowly rose up, leaning against the stall, blue eyes wandering to the girl's corpse. Of course she had to die, she was the most bitchiest girl in the school, and she constantly bullied her, and picked on her. But Brook couldn't deny a feeling of satisfaction, after killing the girl. ] "How the fuck do I even get rid of this body."
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57. Collarbone Kiss
The scrubs hung off of Fallon. A malfunction in the laundry room meant they had to wear what they could, taking what was given to them, and Beth found it fortunate that they swam in their clothing instead of being given pieces entirely too small… But on Fallon, the distraction surprised Beth. She couldn’t drag her eyes away, in a way she had never experienced before. Lingering on the line of a man’s jaw, admiring the muscles of his back, of his arms—- those things, she’d done plenty. But this…They’d been dancing around this, no words spoken. She’d seen a word for this on the Internet once, idle clicking chasing her from website to website, discovery to discovery. Hell if she could remember the word—- it slipped from her mind like sand, fine to touch but lost between fingertips—- but she remembered the meaning. Two people who gaze longingly without either being willing to make the first move, or something like that, something poetic and profound that seemed out of place in the world they lived in. Her eyes lingered on the too-stark line of collarbone that arced from beneath the slumped fall of Fallon’s scrubs while they made one of the beds in a now-empty room. Neither of them spoke of the dead; neither of them spoke of the living, of them, of this, but she fumbled her corners and had to redo them as Fallon moved to wait at the door for her. She moves quick, enough to catch her, enough to curl her fingers around Fallon’s arm and stop her, bring her closer. Her mouth opened like she had something to say, but even in this time, when they might not have a second chance to say words necessary and needed, she couldn’t get them to roll off of her tongue. Her gaze darted over the other woman’s face, then away, then to that collarbone again, gaze slowly traveling the line of it…Her hand slid up to Fallon’s shoulder as she leaned in, holding herself and the other steady as they collided, her lips finding the delicate structure beneath survivor’s flesh, the soft vessel giving way to the strength and fortitude of bone beneath her mouth, and she lingered there, eyes closed in adoration and absolution, before trailing soft kisses on either side of the brand she’d laid invisible on skin she inexplicably craved. Only then did she stand again, taking in a shuddering breath as she met Fallon’s gaze, unapologetic and pleading for understanding. Her mouth trembled with the sweetness she held on her tongue, afraid to give up the taste and never savor it again.
'be intimate with me'
nonsexual acts of intimacy.status: acceptinglistening to someone’s heartbeat/breathing
Never once did Alex think that maybe this should be of a differentact. But he knew that Fallon needed sleep and he couldn’t sleep.So he would just lay there. Listen to her breath time and timeagain, but he wasn’t going to dare move her away from his sides.Just wanted to listen to her breathing. It was soothing. Somethingthat he had wanted to keep here forever. The sound of her everybreath in and out. It was what he enjoyed enough without trulybeing creepy.
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