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[one is all that he is the life of a morgue and the chill in his eyes]
“They’re always watching us. Always.”
[and he with the cold fury all consuming and sly he devours them piece by piece]
There had always been conflict there. Lyle, the performer, who liked an audience, felt uncomfortable in front of the voids of black. But Cox, the silent observer who hid in shadows with cunning and stealth and preferred to go unnoticed, would always be at home beneath the empty gazes.
[eyes always the eyes they see all but they have no soul and that which permeates all this that is evil]
“They’re always watching us,” Cox repeats softly, and his is the ghost of a smile.
There was nothing right about it at all. Wanting the unattainable. The heartless seeking [cruel] comfort and those of the living longing for the realms of the dead, perhaps without realizing it.
[eyes always watching]
When he leaves, Lyle looks at the stuffed animals with their beady glass eyes, and he shivers, wondering which scares him more.
The fact that they could have once seen what he had done, or the thought that maybe they still had.
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A/N: Written for Catherine, who requested Cox/Lyle :)
“They’re always watching us. Always.”
[and he with the cold fury all consuming and sly he devours them piece by piece]
There had always been conflict there. Lyle, the performer, who liked an audience, felt uncomfortable in front of the voids of black. But Cox, the silent observer who hid in shadows with cunning and stealth and preferred to go unnoticed, would always be at home beneath the empty gazes.
[eyes always the eyes they see all but they have no soul and that which permeates all this that is evil]
“They’re always watching us,” Cox repeats softly, and his is the ghost of a smile.
There was nothing right about it at all. Wanting the unattainable. The heartless seeking [cruel] comfort and those of the living longing for the realms of the dead, perhaps without realizing it.
[eyes always watching]
When he leaves, Lyle looks at the stuffed animals with their beady glass eyes, and he shivers, wondering which scares him more.
The fact that they could have once seen what he had done, or the thought that maybe they still had.
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A/N: Written for Catherine, who requested Cox/Lyle :)
