"c'mere." Johnny Growls It Out, A Little Bit Of Frustration In His Tone. It's Not His Fault - Not Really.

"c'mere." johnny growls it out, a little bit of frustration in his tone. it's not his fault - not really. with the full moon approaching, he's itching all over. nothing really gets it out of his system. it's little moments to cope. all he needs is just some time with her now - he yanks his precious aggie into his lap without a secondary thought, pressing his nose into her neck and scenting her. a rumbling satisfied growl coming from deep in his chest. he tugs her shirt down around one of her shoulders and sinks his teeth in. it's almost like teething, the way he starts to bite at her skin. it'll leave marks, it doesn't hurt too much, he's not cruel about it. it's just to keep his mind occupied. for the time being.

she glances up, caught off guard by the sound of johnny's voice. it was getting close to the full moon, so she knows he gets this way once a month, but sometimes it's still a little startling when he speaks to her that way. still, she knows the reasoning, she knows she hasn't done something to upset johnny, so she doesn't feel afraid as she approaches, moving toward him after he tells her to. a gasp leaves agatha as she's yanked into his lap, but she gets comfortable, straddling his thighs and resting her hands on his chest. her heart flutters as she feels johnny's nose against her neck, hearing him inhaling deeply. he really likes how she smells, doesn't he?

agatha was accustomed to this, like it was a ritual. it doesn't fluster her quite as much as it used to when he moves her shirt off of the one shoulder and bites it, wincing slightly from the pressure of johnny's teeth pressing into her skin. " y-you l-like using me as your p-personal chew toy, don't you? " she asks softly, a warm smile forming on agatha's lips as a hand moves up to his head for her fingers to gently run through his mohawk. as he gnaws on her shoulder, she hears his tail thumping against the cushion, her smile growing as she glances toward it. cute. she looks back to johnny, canting her head to press her lips to the side of johnny's head.

" i-i hope doing this h-helps you, even if only a little. "

“Why ya so clumsy as well?” Shiro cackles at his girlfriend. He loves her clumsiness. Shiro is just kidding.

she can't help it that she's clumsy! " keep it up or you'll be sleeping on the couch tonight. " she singsongs, smiling up at him.

today was, to put it lightly, just not her day. with her car in the shop, she had to call a cab to get to work, a customer chewed her out for one miniscule mistake, which stressed her out and caused her to make more mistakes. so what else is new, the faerie guesses. she's just one stupid mistake after another. can agatha's night get any worse? it's bad enough the cabs don't run at this hour, so she has to walk home along dimly lit streets.

she stops for a moment to take a sip from the bottle of, thankfully still cold, water she's carrying with her. tucking the bottle back into her bag, agatha closes her eyes, a sigh flowing from parted lips. she can't wait to get home, shower, change into something more comfortable and read for a bit. that's all she wants to do right now, but she hears sounds that one might only hear in a horror movie; flesh tearing, wet squelching, heavy breathing, and it keeps her from moving.

agatha's gaze drifts down the alley, her head slowly turning to see the gruesome, bloody scene laid out not far from where she stands. her eyes widen and fear grips her, her heart racing as her gaze meets the man's. no, surely that's no man. some... monster. something vicious and hungry. the growl he lets out reaches her ears and her breath hitches, a foot moving back one tiny step. he steps forward and then she bolts, fleeing like a rabbit from a starving wolf.

   he  should  know  to  hold  himself  back.  to  have  better  prepped  for  the  situation  he's  put  himself  into.  but  then  again  -  maybe  he  wants  to  be  the  monster.  to  be  seen  as  less  than  human.  to  be  looked  down  upon,  hated.  it's  how  it  should  be.  he's  always  been  ugly,  rotting  away  inside.  now  the  outside  matches.  ugly,  deadly.  rough  edges  -  murderous  intent. 

   he'd  rolled  up  the  fabric  of  the  mask  under  his  face  to  reveal  fangs.  he'd  let  himself  hunt.  jump  on  the  unsuspecting  guard.  nails  tore  though  clothes  to  expose  the  flesh  of  the  neck  and  his  teeth  had  sunk  in.  hell  -  he'd  torn  it  open  and  let  the  blood  spray  over  him.  so  much wasted  but  in bloodlust  did  it  ever  matter?  it  tastes  bland  -  he  doesn't  expect  an  earth  shattering  taste  to  it. 

   it's  when  the  body  goes cold  that  he  stops  bothering  to  feast.  he  lets  it  fall  to  the  ground,  still  leaking  blood.  a  waste  -  but  it's  not  that  worth  his  time.  a  living  victim,  someone  whose  heart  will  pump  the  blood  into  his  waiting  mouth  -  that's  what  he  wants  more  than  anything.  his  gaze  narrows  in  on  the  lone  bystander.  frozen  by  what?  fear?  intrigue?  does  it  matter?  not  to  the ghost.  fangs  bared,  a  low  growl  resounds  from  deep  in  his  throat.  blood  soaks  his  exposed  skin  on  the  lower  half  of  his  face,  dripping  heavily.  he  takes  the  step  forward,  crimson  irises  showing  nothing  but hunger.

i was going to try to answer drafts and asks but my mood has dropped severely so ✌️

How sweet the sound, when you burn out,

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLet's get this straight:

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe world is GRAY.

indie. sel. multi-muse. ft. ORIGINAL, DBD, and SLASHER muses.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpuppeteered by BROZI (he/they 30)

AFFLILIATED WITH— @ferociium, @leadxxr, @breakdcwn, @gamenu, @fiorserpen, @historias-multorum

as much as agatha adores animals, how could she not want to do volunteer work in the local animal shelter in her spare time? just interacting with the adorable creatures was payment enough, so specific times were set up where she could come in and help out. the faerie hums to herself as she parks her car and heads in, heading back toward where she saw a list of things she can do waiting for her. okay, that seems easy enough!

agatha gets to work, glancing up after a while when she hears someone speaking. not just that, but... reciting poetry? she knew she wouldn't be alone here or anything, even that the veterinarian was supposed to drop by to check on the animals, so maybe that was him. agatha sets aside the broom and dustpan and heads over to investigate, seeing the man reading to the animals in their cages. she can't help but smile, leaning against the wall. she doesn't want to disturb or break his concentration, so she just stands there and listens.

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