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Halloween should start with pussies dripping cum, and it should end with blood on a blade. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.
delicious, Darkling.”
Notre Dame Parochial College’s yearly Halloween carnival
Demetri and I have been so deeply entwined in each other’s bullshit since last Halloween, we’ve practically become conjoined at our openings, ass-to-mouthing all day long.
It’s hard when you meet the person who completes you. It feels like everyone else disappears, and all you need is them.
Spend eight hours locked in The Blood Reformatory, Ohio’s most haunted maximum security prison.
He may have a PhD in plant biology, but I’m a doctor in brat with a focus on pushing his buttons.
I’d say the only way to truly be as close to him as I want would be to zip myself up inside his meatsuit and wear him out to dinner.
“Are you possessed right now? Harkins.” I snap until his chin turns my way again, a glossed over look on his eyes. “Did you just break the fourth wall?”
“I will follow you to the edge of madness, Darkling. Just tell me when it’s time to leap.”
He’s always right; he always keeps me safe. Without him, I’m just aimlessly orbiting closer and closer into the Event Horizon. I know it’ll suck me up eventually, but for some reason, I’m compelled to push myself the rest of the way. Harkins is there, somehow singlehandedly fighting the gravitational pull of the void, letting me dip my toes just enough to satisfy the urge.
I am not a merciful God. I’m a butt-raping God who’s starting to wonder if maybe Pilates is a good idea. I really don’t have the stamina for this shit.
“Be with me, in the deranged and in the sane. We do it together. To the end.”
