002. Mint - August/September - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
They have separate homes because it’s safer that way, but he often never goes home. He can’t stand to leave her, and she doesn’t like him having anywhere else to go.
She’s a competent cook, and once they’ve cleaned up after her afternoon adventure she whips up a stir-fry with lots of pork and bacon, garlic and soy, which they seat in her living room in front of the TV, with it off. He’s taken over his usual armchair, and tonight she’s sitting in his lap, even if it makes it a little awkward to eat. Although she’s trying not to act like it, he can tell something is wrong and then he mentally kicks himself when it dawns on him. It’s the anniversary.
As children, way before they’d met each other; strangers had molested them both. They’d grown up with it, dealing with it in secret until a book series had changed their lives. Darkly Dreaming Dexter. It showed how sweet revenge could be, how one could be so good while being so bad. They’d began their life’s plan of tracking down these disgusting excuses for humans - usually tempting them out with their own bodies - and killing them. To make them pay for all the lives they’d wreaked, and do some good for this world by removing them from it before they hurt another.
They’d run into each other one night, while following the same mark. It was the very one who had ruined her life, and he’d had to step back as she took over - a little demon spirit unleashed as she finally got her revenge.
He’d caught her once she was done, completely exhausted, and from then on they’d been inseparable. They shared the same dream, past, present. How could one love another more? They didn’t have to pretend to be okay around each other. They understood.
Once they’d finished their meals, he didn’t allow for any discussion or refusal on the matter, he simply wound his arms around her and pulled her close, only tightening his grip when she complained.
“I remember.” He said simply, when she swore - asking him what his problem was.
“The day I - we - …met?” she asked after a moment, about to say something else.
“Hmm.” He pulled at her hair gently. “Happy day…” he remarked pointedly. They’d won, there was no sense in being sad and sorry about it - he was dead.
“Only for one reason.” She mumbled, and he nudged her. “…Two reasons…”
He regarded her for a long moment and then patted her legs, a sign to get up. “Early night.” He decided for them both. “Work tomorrow. Shower time.”
She followed him obediently to the shower, but just stood there otherwise until he sighed and undressed her, pulling her into the shower carefully where he washed her down with her mint green mesh pouf and then just stood there under the hot water, holding her tight.
“One day, pet.” He promised her softly, without question. “One day…”
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She’s a competent cook, and once they’ve cleaned up after her afternoon adventure she whips up a stir-fry with lots of pork and bacon, garlic and soy, which they seat in her living room in front of the TV, with it off. He’s taken over his usual armchair, and tonight she’s sitting in his lap, even if it makes it a little awkward to eat. Although she’s trying not to act like it, he can tell something is wrong and then he mentally kicks himself when it dawns on him. It’s the anniversary.
As children, way before they’d met each other; strangers had molested them both. They’d grown up with it, dealing with it in secret until a book series had changed their lives. Darkly Dreaming Dexter. It showed how sweet revenge could be, how one could be so good while being so bad. They’d began their life’s plan of tracking down these disgusting excuses for humans - usually tempting them out with their own bodies - and killing them. To make them pay for all the lives they’d wreaked, and do some good for this world by removing them from it before they hurt another.
They’d run into each other one night, while following the same mark. It was the very one who had ruined her life, and he’d had to step back as she took over - a little demon spirit unleashed as she finally got her revenge.
He’d caught her once she was done, completely exhausted, and from then on they’d been inseparable. They shared the same dream, past, present. How could one love another more? They didn’t have to pretend to be okay around each other. They understood.
Once they’d finished their meals, he didn’t allow for any discussion or refusal on the matter, he simply wound his arms around her and pulled her close, only tightening his grip when she complained.
“I remember.” He said simply, when she swore - asking him what his problem was.
“The day I - we - …met?” she asked after a moment, about to say something else.
“Hmm.” He pulled at her hair gently. “Happy day…” he remarked pointedly. They’d won, there was no sense in being sad and sorry about it - he was dead.
“Only for one reason.” She mumbled, and he nudged her. “…Two reasons…”
He regarded her for a long moment and then patted her legs, a sign to get up. “Early night.” He decided for them both. “Work tomorrow. Shower time.”
She followed him obediently to the shower, but just stood there otherwise until he sighed and undressed her, pulling her into the shower carefully where he washed her down with her mint green mesh pouf and then just stood there under the hot water, holding her tight.
“One day, pet.” He promised her softly, without question. “One day…”
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