FAHRENHEIT.

HE  DIDN’T  MEAN  TO  .  he  never  meant  to  (  wouldn’t  hurt  a  fly  !  )  ,  but  then  what’s  this  at  his  heels  ?  not  a  doll  ,  not  a  mannequin  ,  but  warm  flesh  falling  chill  :  HE  DID  THIS  .  stained  cobble  ,  put  splatters  of  red  on  worn  sneakers  /  you  could  find  peeks  of  his  socks  if  you  searched  hard  enough  .  he  sees  the  gun  focused  on  him  .  he  knows  he  should  care  ,  but  instincts  win  over  what  he’s  learned   HE  FEELS  NOTHING  ,  NO  FEAR  ,  JUST  STICKINESS  CLINGING  TO  HIS  SKIN  .

  i  .  .  .  did  ,  “  blood  paints  the  backs  of  his  teeth  ,  begins  to  turn  to  crust    neath  his  nails  .  he  gnashes  enamel  ,  wincing  at  the  tang  of  metal    gainst  his  tongue  :  he  needs  to  be  clean  ,  wipe  himself  of  this  dirt  .  a  lily  need  not  concern  itself  with  disgusting  matters  .  he  takes  a  handful  of  steps  away  from  the  corpse  .  “   i’m  sorry  ,  who  are  you  ?  “

                        ———A FRUIT SEVERED FROM ITS STEM RARELY SMELLED OF ROT. stunted at its size, the flesh would eventually decay over time. the same often went for people, cliche as it was. a fresh corpse didn’t often smell, despite the poetic beliefs of fiction. the man, knowing this, didn’t bother to check for a pulse ; better to not leave fingerprints nor let his guard down.

      ❝ you did this?
the questioning continued with gun drawn. it was hard to believe that the young man was capable of such a thing unarmed, to which the natural thought was to approach with the intent of searching him.

     

❝ it’s not important who i am — all i want to know is… did he hurt you?

♡ sucrose guardian

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FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance / pen – pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to my muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

elliot found a rabid stray on the side of the road and instead of turn the other way, he gave it a smartphone.
idk, i see them being mostly in a mentor relationship. elliot would try to teach fah morals and not to kill people but i imagine they’d be on bad terms if fah didn’t learn to hold back his strength on humans.  also hes too aro to give a fuck about a romantic relationship, but if fah was dtf, would he?? say no?? probably not. this has been a mess, and thank you for coming to my ted talk.

                            ———THOUGH HE HARDLY TRIED TO LOOK FOR TROUBLE, OFTEN TIMES IT CAME REGARDLESS. many evenings were spent cleaning up messes as they found their way into his line of sight. he would have never considered himself a vigilante, not when there was such a market for what they did for free. still, as the sounds of anguish grew nearer with each step, the man could not ignore the situation as it unfolded.

      behind his helmet, the man turned the corner with gun raised. wordlessly, he managed to get his point across, weapon trained on the the only upright individual. beneath him, a body twice his size laid flat on its face, blood pooling at the vitals.

     

elliot stared on at the young man, eyes wide behind the visor. something seemed out of place here, a knife still folded neatly into the corpse’s palm, a strange emotion in the young man’s eyes.

     

❝ who did this?

@whhck