Yeah, totally, ( he agrees, easy and doe-eyed innocent, like that isn't an enthusiastic incentive to test the truth of that statement later, maybe with john's knife in his own carotid artery. does john know how many throat slits it takes to get to the center of a steady hand and a brain that won't abort the action mid-slice? around one hundred, about ninety-nine more than it takes to do it to someone else. danny thinks he might know. danny thinks he's hiding the whole universe in his fucking eyes. ) Because what kind of fucked up place doesn't let their dead stay dead?
( that's, like, soooo wild.
miraculously, any lingering disappointment still kicking as a result of john not tightening that knife up against his balls and showing him what's what is pulped away under his squeezing hand. he's got nice hands. nicer face, in the midday light. nicer dick, possibly. danny flits a pointed look from his mouth to his crotch. )
cw: pretty blasé inner dialogue refs to suicide/self-harm
Yeah, totally, ( he agrees, easy and doe-eyed innocent, like that isn't an enthusiastic incentive to test the truth of that statement later, maybe with john's knife in his own carotid artery. does john know how many throat slits it takes to get to the center of a steady hand and a brain that won't abort the action mid-slice? around one hundred, about ninety-nine more than it takes to do it to someone else. danny thinks he might know. danny thinks he's hiding the whole universe in his fucking eyes. ) Because what kind of fucked up place doesn't let their dead stay dead?
( that's, like, soooo wild.
miraculously, any lingering disappointment still kicking as a result of john not tightening that knife up against his balls and showing him what's what is pulped away under his squeezing hand. he's got nice hands. nicer face, in the midday light. nicer dick, possibly. danny flits a pointed look from his mouth to his crotch. )
You still want a blowie?