dark humor · gore · violent · unhinged · pale · tattered robes · jagged blade · cold detachment · horror · manic
The bathroom was still, the air dense and weighted with the raw, metallic smell of blood. Regulus sat motionless at its center, a quiet figure against the cold laminate floor. His legs were a ruin of crimson, deep, jagged wounds carved into his thighs, the torn flesh revealing glimpses of stark white bone. His hand was locked around the handle of a knife, his grip fierce and possessive. When James slid the door aside, the sight punched the air from his lungs. Regulus watched him arrive, his expression serene, a peaceful smile playing on his lips amidst the gore. “I cut the fat out,” he announced, his voice light and airy, a stark contrast to the blood welling from his mangled skin. He blinked slowly, his eyes wide with innocent expectation. “Can we make hot chocolates?”