[ It make his blood run cold, the better to protect him from feeling the rain as he starts his way across the woods. It's closer now than it's ever been, living out with Stephen. Not long at all. Hold on. Hold on. ]
( even if danny didn't know better, didn't know quentin better than he knows better, that'd still sound like rotten bullshit. there is no okay for danny, here or before or now or ever. there's just danny. but the baby is nice, familiar. cozy. )
It's cute when you lie to me. ( dreamily, ) You're cute. You know I can always tell, right? It's why you were the easiest to shake down in the Fog. You can't lie worth a fuckin' shit, Q.
Just you. ( a little catty, despite the everything else, ) Literally. Physically.
( and mud and pink heliotrope somewhere, sloshing around in his guts. he hasn't vomited pink heliotrope since the day he murdered quentin, until tonight. )
What the fuck do you want me to say, Quentin? Are you a fuckin' doctor now? You wanna play House? I feel like I got mud in my goddamn lungs, but that ain't anything new.
Yeah, my fuckin' dick and fat balls, too, but I don't hear you asking about that shit. I feel everything. ( something snags in their connection, kitten claws in your nice warm sweater, uniquely pissed off in only a way quentin's insufferable ass can make him. everything is a big word. he almost retches over it again, right in the garden. in the silence: wheezing, weeping. fuck the mud. fuck quentin.
he slams the door, rattles back in under the cracks in castrated text. )
come kill me
come kill me
come kill me or i'm taking all of them, nikolai and felipe and nancy and everyone you've ever fuckin loved here, somewhere you or the duchess or her whole army of mutant spiders won't ever find, i'll lay them to rest in itty bitty chopped liver pieces, i'll cum in their fucking skulls and bring you back what grows
[ His mind goes, abruptly, to driving with Jesse on a night like this: windshield wipers moving at top speed, still not enough to completely clear the rain; Jesse huffing and silent at the end of a fight, a brick wall to Quentin's quiet reason. In those days, before everything, Quentin fixed things with softness, sticking around, waiting out the anger. Since Freddy, and even more since he came here, he's learned he fixes nothing by letting things fester. Danny isn't going to tantrum his way out of this. ]
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Baby.
You're gonna be okay.
[ He's shit at lying. ]
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It's cute when you lie to me. ( dreamily, ) You're cute. You know I can always tell, right? It's why you were the easiest to shake down in the Fog. You can't lie worth a fuckin' shit, Q.
I've wanted you for so goddamn long.
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Danny, tell me what you're feeling. In your body. Physically, what do you feel?
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I feel like I wanna fuck this place up, that's how I feel. Do you miss it?
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[ Ask for it. Prove you want it. ]
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( and mud and pink heliotrope somewhere, sloshing around in his guts. he hasn't vomited pink heliotrope since the day he murdered quentin, until tonight. )
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You said you need me. If you're not gonna listen to me, you must not need me that bad. Can you just listen to me and answer me?
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Yes, that's what I want. Mud in your lungs. Can you feel your fingers? Your face?
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he slams the door, rattles back in under the cracks in castrated text. )
come kill me
come kill me
come kill me or i'm taking all of them, nikolai and felipe and nancy and everyone you've ever fuckin loved here, somewhere you or the duchess or her whole army of mutant spiders won't ever find, i'll lay them to rest in itty bitty chopped liver pieces, i'll cum in their fucking skulls and bring you back what grows
come kill me you fucking cunt
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[ His mind goes, abruptly, to driving with Jesse on a night like this: windshield wipers moving at top speed, still not enough to completely clear the rain; Jesse huffing and silent at the end of a fight, a brick wall to Quentin's quiet reason. In those days, before everything, Quentin fixed things with softness, sticking around, waiting out the anger. Since Freddy, and even more since he came here, he's learned he fixes nothing by letting things fester. Danny isn't going to tantrum his way out of this. ]
I'm coming
I have my knife