girl, come resurrect him to the sky

Fire stoked and warm, filling the space. Casting a dancing, warm light on the walls, their shadows growing long. Long and graceful as they painted the walls, splashed against the velveteen backdrop and paintings where they hung. "Looks like no one's disturbed it... like we never left." His chuckle is dark.

Sure, some things had changed. As much as they had, some things had stayed the same. Dread and his girlfriend, curled up by the fire-- the right things had stayed the same. The way he holds her? Different, now. Possessive, needy, layers of codependency atop... worse things. Things that came along with nearly drowning, that came along with all the rest. In all things, at least Dread has her.

Catching the look over her shoulder, a dark grin slips over Dread's features. A little trot, flexing his muscles, stretching as he lowers his head and draws closer to drag his teeth across the back of her neck. Possessive, needier than he'll admit. His. A skip in his step as he makes his way to the altar, tugging on the rich red cloth that drapes it. Turning it over, and beginning to stack their stash of furs atop it. They'd be cozy, they'd get cozy, and then he could do his worst.

"Dread"