fic: and there's blood on our sheets
There’s blood on her hands when he sees her again.
She smiles and there’s acomplishment in her eyes.
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She leaves a trail of red behind her where she goes, beating hearts and dust and he’s certain it’s love.
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He likes to watch people destroy themselves, the prouder the better. He likes the lilt in their voices, the fine lace on their garments. He likes to see them fall. He especially likes seeing the life leave their eyes.
She’s not as refined. Not when there’s pleasure to be had.
She likes the gore.
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They’ll rip each other apart. She knows this but it’s the closest thing to love she’s ever had.
She smiles and there’s acomplishment in her eyes.
~
She leaves a trail of red behind her where she goes, beating hearts and dust and he’s certain it’s love.
~
He likes to watch people destroy themselves, the prouder the better. He likes the lilt in their voices, the fine lace on their garments. He likes to see them fall. He especially likes seeing the life leave their eyes.
She’s not as refined. Not when there’s pleasure to be had.
She likes the gore.
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They’ll rip each other apart. She knows this but it’s the closest thing to love she’s ever had.