[ their dark silhouettes bathed in
moonlight as they step in front of
the window whisper to a night of
eerie depravity. alastor crouches
right where the body is, blood
thick 𖬺͟ sticky as it pools in a
crimson puddle at his feet. he
will drag
[ gentle hands guide him against
the desk in the small home offi-
ce, until they are dropped to rest
at his sides. he caresses vincent
as if he were his most 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 pos-
session, with a grace that’s a stark
contrast to the
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠ
𝐲𝐞𝐬 .ᐟ⠀﹝⠀it′s⠀evident⠀he⠀likes
that ﹐ teeth⠀illuminated⠀in⠀a
flash of lightning. the storm
is close ⎯⎯⎯ almost above
them as he allows alastor⠀to
take⠀the lead ﹐⠀falling seamlessly
into step.⠀﹞
↓
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠ
hmm, [ the hum is quiet, as it’s
overpowered by sudden thunder
striking the autumn sky. an eerie
smile creeps up on alastor’s lips,
and he’s pressing himself flush
against vincent’s chest to ease
them both into a smooth spin. ]
perhaps we
[ a glance in the corpse’s direction,
almost uninterested, then his eyes
chase after the sight of vincent, all
disheveled and covered in blood. a
sight — he 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 to admit — he mu-
ch prefers to the cadaver. the sound
of their shoes