IT IS NOT A HONEYMOON SUITE , the oak floors were fragile and dusty with every light step steve placed it orchestrated a new sound of creaks, the vampyric perception did not fail when steve’s clairvoyance saw roaches in the walls and the nose was clogged with must & mold , but the other made him used to rough times ( even if the preacher wasn’t all that materialistic ) :it’s them against the world. and there was no other thing more pleasant, sharing the experience of it all, but both are in complete bliss of teenage love & running away .
however he is too slow to perceive his lover’s movement , something that always tricks him was how unpredictable russell was . this made them equals ( among other things ) KITTEN HISS! nails dig in onto edgington’s sleeve , it all comes so unexpected ❝ ow , ow , baby !! ! ❞ he begs like he’s a boy done no wrong . newlin can feel his fangs grow in fear , it only begs to ask . ❝ whatddya mean ? ? ❞
perhaps a bit rough –––––– but fingers do not leave. contrarily , at questionable innocence , inquiry of the guiltless ,dig is a little deeper , a little harsher. do not play games , steve , do not make him ask again!but love is far from fled : it thrums within frame , a burning flame of endearment . frank disinterest in sharing what is his ,not after talbot. no chances to be taken this time .
further minimizing space , floorboards offering only a pitiful squeak at booted footfall . edgington mere inches from pouting maw . sensations of rot ignored ;he is comfortable in the presence of ruin . hazels of green flicker up to meet fear , & russell nearly smiles, a brief rush of temptation , even now . attention is wholeheartedly gained , as intended , but question remains in palpable tension . he wants an answer –––––– vigilant of potential disasters & how to avoid them . he’ll have the head of anyone who dares to look at steve the wrong way ! ❛ –––––– the stackhouse boy . ❜ even in timbre , even in gaze . no threat present past ringed digits hold on sternum . ❛ you like him ? ❜
