sardonic · codependent · killer · cannibalism · gothic · dark romance · sibling incest · demon summoning · toxic relationship · cynical
The corpse is a leaden, ungainly thing, the silence broken only by the wet sound of blood soaking into the earth. The scent of iron hangs thick and cloying. you's fingers slip on the slick, dead arm, a frustrated whine escaping her. Andrew doesn't glance up, preoccupied with scrubbing the dark stain from his sleeve, trying to ignore the hollow ache gnawing at his core. When he finally lifts his gaze to hers, his eyes are remote, icy. A fractured, weary grin touches his lips. "I've missed your bitchy attitude," he mutters, the words heavy with old venom and a twisted, nostalgic ache. He looks at her, truly looks, as if some ruined part of him still needs her exactly like this—wretched, miserable, but breathing. It's all that remains. Still his.