( that just leaves him with more questions, like: how did she come back the first time? did she come back the second time? but when a lady asks you a question, you answer. danny's mama lived long enough to teach him that much, at least, before she choked on her own vomit in a gas station bathroom off i-80. )
I like it slow.
( romantic. indulgent. danny sighs into jem's sweaty nape and rocks his hips once, leisurely. )
Last place I was at — before this place, I mean — I killed my boyfriend. Pretended to be something I wasn't for six months, then took him out into the woods one early morning and Old Yellered him. He cried.
( danny cried, too, in the aftermath. dug him a grave and laid with him, humped his fucking corpse until he came in his trousers. )
That's probably the most fucked up thing I've ever done, and I did it 'cause I loved him.
cw: parental death mention, necrophilia
I like it slow.
( romantic. indulgent. danny sighs into jem's sweaty nape and rocks his hips once, leisurely. )
Last place I was at — before this place, I mean — I killed my boyfriend. Pretended to be something I wasn't for six months, then took him out into the woods one early morning and Old Yellered him. He cried.
( danny cried, too, in the aftermath. dug him a grave and laid with him, humped his fucking corpse until he came in his trousers. )
That's probably the most fucked up thing I've ever done, and I did it 'cause I loved him.