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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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