#╰ * waylon park : ship ⧽ eddie gluskin / whorrcr.

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@whorrcr ( eddie ) / continued from x

eddie  takes  his  hand,  kissing  it  and  licking  at  the  blood  that  coats  his  fingers,  and  waylon  shudders  softly.  the  asylum  is  driving  him  mad,  he  thinks.  making  him  do  things  he  would  never  have  done  before  ;  the  body  on  the  floor  before  them  proves  that  much.  when  waylon  first  got  involved  in  all  of  this  ...  there  was  running  and  hiding,  and  yet  now  ...  times  have  changed.  he's  changed.  the  waylon  who  first  got  mixed  up  in  all  of  this  would  have  yanked  his  hand  away  from  eddie's  right  now  in  disgust,  horrified  at  the  action.  now,  he  watches  him  closely,  the  sight  making  his  stomach  flip  with  something  frighteningly  close  to  want.  the  question  that  falls  from  the  other  man's  lips  has  waylon's  brows  raising  slightly.  eddie  wants  to  reward  him  for  this?  once  again,  waylon  is  reminded  of  just  how  fucked  up  everything  is  down  here,  but  he  can't  particularly  bring  himself  to  care.  attention  flickers  back  towards  the  intruder's  corpse  on  the  floor  :  it  is  a  mess  of  bloody  gore,  head  bashed  in  from  where  waylon  had  brought  the  plank  down  again  and  again,  not  satisfied  until  the  attacker  was  no  longer  stirring  in  the  slightest.      “  i  just  want  you  to get  that  out  of  here.  please.  ”    that  is  waylon's  first  request.  he  wants  it  gone.  out  of  their  home,  out  of  his  sight and far, far away from him.  then,  he  glances  down  at  the  dress  again.  it's  covered  in  red,  flecks  of  carnage  clinging  to  it.  that  simply  will  not  do.  not  in  the  slightest.  the  bride  turns,  looking  up  at  her  groom  with wide  brown  eyes  as  she  adds,    “  oh. and my  dress  is  ruined,  eddie.  ”    and  there  is request number  two  :  something  else  to  wear.  hand  shifts,  twisting  in  the  groom's  own  so  that  their  fingers  can  interlock.    “  can  i  have  a  new  one?  ”    

#whorrcr #whorrcr : eddie g. #╰ * waylon park : ic ⧽ not just another bloody mary. #╰ * waylon park : ship ⧽ eddie gluskin / whorrcr. #dark themes tw #feminization tw #gore tw #// i'm thinking .... this is probs one of those tipping points where waylon ended up really kinda falling into the role and shit y'know? #// if that makes sense lmfaooooo

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@whorrcr​ sent : [ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood  /  eddie & waylon.

this  killing  ...  it’s  not  what  he  does.  waylon  is  the  one  who  argues  against  it,  the  one  that  tries  to  appeal  to  eddie’s  better  nature  whenever  he  does  it  —  yet  now  here  waylon  sits  on  his  knees,  in  a  bloody  dress,  staring  down  at  the  body  of  the  latest  intruder.  the  blood  is  so  red.  there’s  so  much  of  it,  on  the  floor,  on  the  body,  and  on  waylon  himself.  a  glance  down,  and  he  can’t  help  idly  thinking  that  it’s  going  to  stain  his  dress.  the  piece  of  wood  is  clutched  within  his  hand,  gore  still  clinging  to  it.  the  murder  weapon  ——  no.  it  had  been  self-defense.  not  murder.  right?  the  intruder  had  ...  wanted  to  hurt  him,  to  hurt  them.  eddie  had  been  right  about  that  much  at  least.  the  asylum  with  its  horrors  and  freakshows,  just  waiting  to  pounce,  to  devour  him  ;  waylon  has  long  since  learnt  that  eddie  is  one  of  the  lesser  evils  inside  these  walls  (  or  is  it  just  that  he  has  grown  used  to  him  since  being  snatched  away  so  long  ago?  just  that  he  knows  how  the  man’s  mind  works,  knows  how  to  play  his  game?  ).  waylon  doesn’t  hear  his  husband  walk  in,  so  busy  staring  at  the  carnage  he’d  wrought.  he  is  entirely  unaware  of  his  presence  until  there’s  a  large  hand  gently  prying  the  wood  away  from  him,  a  voice  saying  something  about  how  he’d  have  gladly  taken  care  of  this  whore  for  him.  eyes  remaining  fixated  on  the  dead  body  before  him,  waylon  shakes  his  head.    “  i  had  it  under  control.  ”      a  glance  over  his  shoulder  in  eddie’s  direction.    “  that’s  what  good  wives  do,  right?  whatever  is  necessary  to  keep  their  family  safe.  ”

#whorrcr #whorrcr : eddie g. #╰ * waylon park : ic ⧽ not just another bloody mary. #╰ * waylon park : ship ⧽ eddie gluskin / whorrcr. #dark themes tw #feminization tw #murder tw #gore tw #// remember that fanart you sent me one time where waylon had killed someone for them? yeah that's what i based this off of.