black licorice

// standing, stomping in the damage and the ruins of a slip of tongue //

Their eyes meet and she reaches out to leave that warm, sticky wet line of blood against his cheek, his bloodied grin sharp and wide as his eyes seem to grow darker as the tang fills the air and spills into the snow and hunger starts to bloom within his chest even further. He nearly shivers as he listens to Charlie’s purring tone, humming a note of agreement as he focuses on the exposed rib cage.

And what fragile things they are, given the way the bones connect to the sternum, especially with how exposed it is at present. It gives him the ample moment to start to pluck each rib from its cage, exposing the internals of lungs and the rest, before both hands dive straight into the chest cavity, dark gaze nearly swallowed whole as he offers his own purr of appreciation to their meal. Charlie’s show is a beautifully cruel one, paired with Astaroth’s meticulousness, hands deep in the man’s chest with blood painting his skin, he leans forward a bit in Charlie’s space but for the other man losing consciousness as well. “Make your peace, darling.” It’s a throaty purr, giving one second of watching the jaw flinch and twist in an attempt.

Satisfied enough, he plucks the heart from the man’s chest, offering it up to Charlie first as a gentleman might. Ladies first, and all that.

Astaroth

// with tragic consequences, i think that we've all made our gravest mistakes //