sweet but psycho { atticus x mauve } train
Jun 7, 2021 7:08:17 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Jun 7, 2021 7:08:17 GMT -5
* * *As she is escorted onto the train there is one thought that she couldn't get out of her mind: did she leave water out for her darling mother? Thinking hard she chews on her lip, eyebrows drawn together into a tight frown. She had brought in the pancakes, she knew that with 100% certainty... Oh. Oh no. A sigh escapes her lips, as the realisation washes over her. The fucking water, she had left it on the counter next to the annual photo album she had created of herself and Beth, a traditional gift that never quite got the gratification that Mauve expected.
Oh no, this wasn't good. How would mother come to realise that she was all she needed and that Beth wasn't as perfect as she truely believed her to be if she died from dehydration- oh and most likely starvation, now that Mauve thought about it. Are pancakes rationed carefully enough to survive a few weeks? Gosh she hoped so, though if worst came to worst, Mauve had seen a rat or two lurking in the corner every now and then.
The train door slides open with a gentle hiss, granting her access to board. She slips in, tucking her dirty blonde hair behind her ears. Everything is sleek, ever surface dusted, not one fingerprint on glass. Moving into the main trailer she runs a finger against the pristine window, leaving a streak in its path. She pick a pastry from one of the tables, filling a chute with orange juice. Sipping at the juice she watches the district out the window. Her home a few streets down, the lights are out and only Mauve knew that the basement was inhabited.
She blows a kiss in its direction, staring for a moment longer before she turns away, making her way down a tight corridor. Suddenly a door to her right opens a figure moving quickly, so quickly that they must not have seen Mauve, running into her and sending the towels and other assorted items in their hands tumbling to the ground. Instantly they are bent over, gathering the items, without so much as a word.
Mauves eyes narrow and as they try to move past her, she blocks the way, her lips pulling back into a wicked grin. "Usually when people run into someone they say 'sorry'," she closes the distance between them, enjoying the way the girls eyes seemed too flutter from Mauves to the floor and back again nervously. Still, she says nothing, her mouth opening but no words escaping. "Cat got your tongue?" She purrs, hand darting out it grasps her chin, tightly. "You should apologise-" she pauses, forcing open the girls mouth. There was no tongue, just an empty wet cavity. "Ohhhh, someone has got your tongue."
She squirms under Mauves touch, trying to back away, but Mauve pushes her against the wall, her body flushed against her own, trapping her. The avox whimpers, Mauves smile grows, the whimpers like a caress against her skin, making the hairs raise with anticipation. "Are you going to cry?" She whispers, her lips a ghost against the trembling girls ear. "I like it when they cry." Fingers run up her arm, a touch that appeared featherlight, but was anything but gentle, a show of strength, lethal and disturbing.