𝓭𝘦𝘹𝔱𝔢𝔯 ⸝⸝ 𝔪𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯.

i *know how it is when it isn’t somebody who deserves it and i don’t think about wanting that. (the words pour out of him quickly, and he looks at dexter than away, much like a guilty dog.) i think more about it when it’s somebody who really should get it, i mean, how you -

she had never felt it before; the rush. watching the man who had hurt her be killed by her own two hands. “ a while. ” the admission feels bad. she knows its unhealthy. and dexter will tell her she's done nothing wrong.

when he found her, covered in blood & guts, elaine was instilled with the knowledge that dexter was probably the 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 person to understand what she had done. and why she had done it. “ yeah, ” a small smile—— unconvincing, even +

elaine finally realizes he's here, a small comfort, oddly. the gun is placed on the counter with a clang, headphones removed before she stands in silence for a moment —— unsure of what to say. she settles on “ dexter. ” just his name.

i dunno. . (dexter’s the worst parts of himself. it’s like a sudden plunge into water seeing him out of the blue, washing any progress he’s made.) i uh.. .. i mean i * think about it.. but thinking isn’t wanting. right? ( almost begged. )