#lawrence dey 001 * / main

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tongue darts out to wet parched lips. a shuddery breath accompanying the beads of eager sweat rolling down his temples. he's shaking. a small knife pressed, concealed, against her belly. the woman similarly pressed against the cool brick of a back alley. having been pulled in by lanky, yet strong arms. cowardice is key, & the rage is not to the point of finding it within himself to give-in to every temptation within his body. his faculties fractured, but not broken. for he would find every release imaginable in the feel of her blood spilling past the blade, & congealing against knobby fingers. out of body, in the minute that goes by in fantasizing. his hand slipping into the wound. feeling flesh stretch around his fist.. fingering organs. & thoughts had the potential to become more & more horrific. the possibilities endless. he's stiff, just thinking about it. nostrils flaring at the resolution of ego. for swallowed by his leather jacket, the man shudders. knife nearly pinching her skin, with the jittering of his wrist. the other hand clasped around her shoulder, clenching & unclenching. pushing the other's body insufferably & unrelentingly into the wall. but he had specific needs, & this isn't right... assaulted at every angle by discomfort. the blaring of horns, the giggling of passing teenagers & the clank of far-off construction. it twitches his head every so often in the direction of the street, but not for long. cannot take his eyes away.

he feels light-headed. his brows pulled, inhaling & exhaling rapidly, whilst his ocean blue eyes flicker in a panic. she's laughing at him. maybe not outwardly, but she must be. mustn't she? what are you waiting for, pussy? he hears it in his head. though none of it is truly being said. why can't you just do it, already? i'll die of old age, before you finally grow some - "shut up..." he mutters, in a hiss. head tilting downward dramatically upon the instinct to rub at his ears, but his being unable to do so. "Scheiße!" he shoves her, in an antagonizing manner. though it's truly the action of a desperate boy. brows still narrowed as he pauses. "you think i'm a coward, right? -- just say it." he appears pained. invading her personal space. "ich will dich auseinanderreißen..” (i want to tear you apart)

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𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: “𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞” (𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲) 

he freezes. he doesn’t know what to do. brows pull together, & there’s a stark confusion that illuminates crystalline eyes. his teeth clench, his fingers twitch. tap, tap, tapping against cargo pants as he looks straight at her. stuck, with bow lips in a natural line. it’s always linear, with him. he wants to fuck her, but with the sexual desire comes the simultaneous urge to harm her. he wants to hurt every woman he comes in to contact with, on some innate level. wants to feel their blood coating his fingers. wants to twists hands into manmade holes & feel the stark reality of beautifully textured insides. to look into eyes that plead ‘why’, before they roll back --- to grant him the ultimate power over their existence. the regret, for treating him so treacherously. if only they had loved him. if only they hadn’t laid eyes on him, at all... “you don’t know what you’re asking.” nostrils flare, as tensions rise. bile stinging at the inside of his chest, whilst his body begins to shake. but no, lawrence. you’re the one who doesn’t know. doesn’t know that this woman is stronger than you, & immune to your sick forms of sexual gratification.  “i want you.” he utters. a blink & his eyes are upon the tips of worn combat boots. lips slightly parted, with eyebrows furrowed.

@rabidlamb​

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𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐢𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: ❛ 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞. ❜ (𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲) 

“NO!” palms slam into the door frame she stands behind - the other one slamming into his forehead. “no, no, no - YOU CANNOT BE HERE! -- you..” ----- “you are going to ruin everything....” continued, more of a hiss, pushing through gritted teeth. nails scraping much too hard against his scalp, as hair is pulled into his fingers. he can’t see beyond the blinding urgency. no, not rage. more of a scolded little boy, than anything. he knows she’s here to ruin this, for him - she can’t resist. her mouth always twisted into a mocking smile, in his mind’s eye. behind the threshold of a home that wasn’t his - or, theirs, for the time being. while they engage in this little charade. he fears her as much as he hates. a seething, black tar pit of hate that boils & bubbles beneath the surface of his skin.

the hand in his hair moves to grip desperately, at white trim. chipping paint, whilst his chest hauls forth towards her - back arching, & folding lengthwise. his neck twisting, momentarily. peering backward with wide & frantic eyes. heaving breaths inflating his small frame. hushed, head whips. voice small with a plea. brows narrowed, in desperation as it radiates from his blue eyes. a whimper into the dusk. “please -- before she sees you, here.”

@vampiiir​   

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he’d be the idiot everyone assumes him to be,should he not know who the other man is. what it is that he does.. he’d read all of his colleagues books. seen the pretty blond one, on the television.... however, he’d been smart enough to stuff them in his closet, before inviting the agent to his small apartment. in fact, that night the two had met, lawrence had spent the entire evening of insomnia ridden, red eyed hell - searching for his articles, or clips of press conferences. running a fine tooth comb, through each & every one. getting acquainted, with what exactly was involved in his job. yet, his confidence is not existent, & while he figured he should walk away.. there was a spark of something alluring, that pulled him back in. disguising the nasty deeds of his fingers, by the bright & childlike happiness alight in his expression. excitement, in what could have been such sweet, blue eyes. potential dripping from the crooked smile that can lighten his face. almost as if his self control were not hanging by an invisible, & steadily fraying thread. ready to snap, at any moment. though still, he wasn’t prepared to call spencer anything more than friend. for the sake of whatever sanity remained in his soul. even if he found his company & extensive knowledge addictive, at the very least. “i wanted to show you my collection.” more like, collections... bow lips peek into a shallow, closed lipped & slightly embarrassed smile. eyes lit, with that same prideful yet - still somehow shame ridden quality. endearing, if you didn’t know any better. scratching the back of his neck, with his elbow raised high. arm dropping with a harsh shrug. “you said your colleague was...” he swallows. “quite fond of birds, as well?” slightly narrowed brows & eyes are also present, alongside his smile. eyes flickering over spencer, as he inspects his copious amounts of bones, skulls & stuffed specimens.

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