( kneejerk, typed and sent before he can think too hard about it, as natural as blinking or breathing. that's not all he did, of course. killing has always been the climax, the final period at the end of a lengthy paragraph full of horror. he wants to tell her more, in explicit detail — not because it feels good to be honest, but because gnawing at skinny ankles to see who flinches first is another kneejerk habit stamped into his dna.
no one here knows what he is except his family. and louis, too. armand, maybe. luci, certainly, in shades. parisa? a little bit. probably more than she lets on. he craves revulsion like a good orgasm. )
first person i ever killed, actually. i was seventeen, fresh out of juvie.
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( kneejerk, typed and sent before he can think too hard about it, as natural as blinking or breathing. that's not all he did, of course. killing has always been the climax, the final period at the end of a lengthy paragraph full of horror. he wants to tell her more, in explicit detail — not because it feels good to be honest, but because gnawing at skinny ankles to see who flinches first is another kneejerk habit stamped into his dna.
no one here knows what he is except his family. and louis, too. armand, maybe. luci, certainly, in shades. parisa? a little bit. probably more than she lets on. he craves revulsion like a good orgasm. )
first person i ever killed, actually. i was seventeen, fresh out of juvie.