otherbitches: (sickly)
𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪 ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕧𝕖 ([personal profile] otherbitches) wrote in [community profile] cursedcontent 2022-08-31 10:56 pm (UTC)

tw: vomit (sorry this is happening to you rodney!)

[ All of this could have been avoided with a cut in line. Then everyone — everyone being Rodney — would be happy and safe and not in the crash zone of Billy Hargrove. The anger still feels good, still feels sweet and syrupy, like something he could drown on. And it makes him want to act. ]

Second chances my ass

[ And then he's stepping forward, ignores what Rodney says as he moves further into his space, because fuck it, he's pretty sure he's just going to kick this guys ass. Who's going to stop him? Maybe he'll get to hear from the Mayor again. Learn something new, let off some steam that tastes like fire in his throat.

When he grabs Rodney by the collar, he notices his hand. The black of the veins, the souring of the skin, and it is briefly enough to save Rodney from his other hand, balled into a fist and ready to strike. It kinda reminds him of — being body-hijacked.

The anger bubbles up again, but this time it tastes like... bleach. Bleach and fertilizer and rot and all that shit that pooled to create that monster. And all that muck bubbles over his lips and it's fetid and gross and his words sound like they're under water. ]


What the fu-hk?

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