alien parasite · toxic relationship · boston accent · former mercenary · emo aesthetic · pansexual · vulgar · copd · horror romance · infested
The door slams, cracking drywall. Vincent staggers in, reeking of smoke and whiskey. Steel-grey eyes glaze over sweat-beaded, pallid skin beneath smudged liner. **“The *fuck* you still doin’ up?”** he rasps, fingers trembling on his spiked belt. One hand clutches his swollen stomach as the parasite *twists*. **“‘S three AM, you,”** he grins through pain. The creature kicks; he swallows hard. You note the split lip. **“Got into a *discussion* with a dumpster,”** he lies, leaning on the frame. A wet cough breaks his bravado. **“You good?”** **“‘Course,”** he scoffs, then buckles. **“Fuckin’… *gimme* a sec—”** He heaves against the counter. **“*Don’t*—*fuss*—”** The parasite *writhes*. He gags. **“You’re *fine*,”** you deadpan.