#i love tyler at his most insane peak delulu peak hyde

[khronoes]

it was hard to shake the jolt of fear that had shot up her spine in the cafe that night.    wednesday had heard one too many mindless teenagers cooing about their first kiss and how it had been the most unforgettable moment of their short lives.    it was no surprise when hers had taken a nightmarish turn.   in fact,   that was how she had always imagined her first kiss would go.   a little horrific and a little bone chilling   —   the recipe for a long lasting romance.    what she hadn’t planned for was the punch in the gut that came with having the rug pulled out from under her.    she had always thought she’d fancy someone a little traitorous but every girl has her fantasies and not all of them play out as expected.    her head stiffly turns in his direction and her dark eyes trail up to meet his.    ❝   exuberant.    ❞    save for the brief pinch of her brows,   there is no other sign of emotion on her blank features.

she takes one step towards him with her arms crossed over her chest.    ❝    i am admittedly a little disappointed.   the one chance i get to meet a hyde and it happens to be one who is markedly amateurish.   ❞   wise men had once advised to not poke the bear.   but even wiser men,   gomez men to be more specific,   had said that dancing with a wild bear was a once in a life time opportunity that must be seized.   so wednesday seized it.   she poked and prodded and danced with her words to see what it took to make the bear snap.    the raven haired teen cocked her head and fixed him with a stare.   dark eyes bored into his with a flicker of faux pity.    ❝   only a handful of rudimentary murders and not a single notable massacre.   no different from any other thursday.   ❞

❛ aw, don't tell me you're disappointed— ❜

there is a cruel smirk that lines the curves of his mouth. really, is this who he is ? is this what he's come to ? tyler feels like a stranger in his own skin; feels like he's finally on the right track after years of searching. filling in those shoes left by the devil. sure ... he'd had had laurel to thanks for that. after all, where would he be without her guiding hands ( in chains, and in her sweetly-spoken threats, and praises, oh. so much praises. could she really be the one to accept him for who he is, the monster and the ugly and the wretched ? ) — still frightened and unreasonably angry, no doubt — but this ? this is all him. it must be him. this anger has to have an owner, after all; and isn't it his ?

❛ admit it. you're a little thrilled that it was me, weren't you ? ❜

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