#idk man im anxious

[tryingtimi]

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

Stench of Fear

Hi, hello, here's the first ever Lonel piece in a probably very dark wrapping uh. Thank you for the prompts they were fun, even tho I didn't really made them for romantic tension as I should have. Sorry, loves!

Context: It's time for Lonel to tell and show Odena his darkest secrets, which among is the fact that he keeps a vampire caged in his father's basement to get information out of him.

CHARACTER EXPLORATION | DYNAMIC EXPLORATION | WC: 1,274 TW: MENTION AND DESCRIPTION OF HOMICIDE | GORE CONNECTED TO PREGNANCY | TORTURED PERSON | 18+ (NON-SEXUAL)

The basement smelled like the graveyard of rotten, damned souls.

Odena turned around slowly, her painted lips parted as she drank in the sight. Her eyes first stopped at the scythe on the wall Lonel last used on his captive. He washed it throughout, yet he couldn’t scrub off the smell of blood and death. It seeped into the cracks of bricks, drying at the edges of hunting knives and various other tools.

Lonel crossed his arms before his chest, leaning against the doorframe as she walked closer to the hanged ones. She was careful, and he wasn’t sure if it was because the scene frightened her, or because she was clever. He assumed the latter since he has barely seen her frightened, not even as a child. And she had nothing close to the bitter scent of fear. Still, he flexed his jaw in disapprovement, when she stepped closer to the tool table.

It wasn’t the brightest idea bringing her here, but what choice did he have now?

The single lightbulb’s dim brightness reflected on the machete Odena lifted. She turned it in her hands, took a deep breath, and then put it back down.

Finally, she turned to the cage at the centre of the small place.

“Is he alive?” she asked, some kind of concern nesting in her voice. Still, it sounded calm as the undisturbed sea at night.

“Needs to be. He said he can’t die from starvation. But be careful, this cur is good at acting.”

Odena glanced at him as if signalling her acknowledgement, then cautiously squatted before the cage. The bastard was hiding in the back corner devoured by heavy shadows, where the lightbulb’s light couldn’t reach him. His form was barely interpretable, mostly just a shapeless pile of bones with skin tightly dried at them.

“Did you do this to him?” Odena asked as she tilted her head, trying to take a better look at the captive. Lonel would have loved it if he could read in her mind just for a second.

He munched on his words before speaking.

“I did.”

There was no further questioning about that. She only nodded, her eyes focusing on the motionless vampire in the cage. From time to time, she wrinkled her nose, shards of disgust splintering across her face.

“Don’t you smell that?”

Her question made him push himself off of the doorframe, and pull out a wrinkled textile tissue, along with a vial.

“What would that make you feel if I’d say I’m used to it?” he added quietly, oiling the cloth in his hand. Then, he squatted beside Odena, leaning over his tighs to look at her while extending the tissue. She caught his gaze with a delicate brow raised, yet no fear in her eyes. As he got lost in those dark brown irises for a moment, Lonel almost blurted out how she smelled like worry, but he bit his tongue instead. “For the smell. Put this over your nose.”

“I’d say you’re lying.” She offered him a tiny, subtle smile, taking the tissue. “Thanks, Nel.”

Not in a moment, her face melted back into that serious expression he couldn’t decipher ever. She was inspecting the creature in the cage like an artefact in the museum, but Lonel knew it was different. He could smell her worry, but he couldn’t know what was its core exactly. She had seen the remnants of his making with this devil, and that would have been the reason. Yet, she did not seem concerned around him.

“How did you find him?”

The creature took a ragged breath, slowly moving, but not showing his face. It hung low between his twig-like shoulders, damp, dirty hair as a dark veil shielding it from them.

Lonel was aware of how grim his expression turned.

“You don’t wanna know,” he answered with a low tone. Only those little movements made his blood boil, the wounds on the creature’s chapped skin following the motions like snakes crawling under it.

Odena scoffed. “Nel.”

He pushed his tongue to the side of his mouth, knowing full well Odena was no faint of heart. If he won’t tell her, she will find out on her own. And that would have been suicide enough.

“There was a family massacre of three that I needed to clean once. I found the mother last. I read in the report that she was three and a half months pregnant. But… she’s been clawed open.” He pointed at the vampire with his bearded chin. “This one arrived before me. To feast.”

Only the quiet sizzling of the lightbulb and the wheezing of the creature filled the silence that fell in the room. They both watched him twist and twirl, chains clattering on his ankles and wrists. Unintelligible whispering came from his direction, and Lonel could bear it no more. He turned to pull out a cigarette.

“That’s horrible, Nel, I’m sorry,” Odena offered her words and a soft, reassuring touch on his shoulder. The metallic scent of worry multiplied in the air.

It happened in a splinter of a second.

Lonel launched before Odena, right when he noticed the blur of motion from the corner of the cage, to where they squatted. Metal rattled, and the creature shrieked when the cage crashed to the opposite wall as Lonel kicked it away. He growled at the hissing and trashing vampire, arms tightly around Odena.

“Who is the cur now, you fucking animal?” The vampire rasped, his fangs dripping with his own blood from the bites on his tongue. “Yours is not the only set of footsteps you’re hearing, even though you’re walking alone. The shadow… the crimson shadow is always there!” he sang the song Lonel knew way too well. ”Give me! It lures you there. Give her to me! Now!”

Lonel’s head clouded for a second, while the creature’s muted red irises bled into crimson. He let out the most bestial bark he could muster, and that fortunately put out the controlling shine in the other’s eyes. The cloud disappeared as the vampire scattered back to the furthest corner of the cage, quietly whining, and hiding his head in his dirty locks.

“Hungry,” he whimpered, cradling himself, “so, so hungry.”

The singular lightbulb swayed over them evenly, forcing the vampire even more into the shadows when it inched towards him. Lonel heard his own blood thump in his ears, nearly staring a hole in the creature. He then looked down, finding Odena frozen in his arms. She was clutching his checkered shirt as if it would have been her last lifeline, her eyes widened and glued to the creature. There was no shaking in her body, yet Lonel caught the scent of something that reminded him of decaying plants. The unmistakable stench of terror.

“He’s mumbling to himself,” Odena stated, her voice just as normal as before. Lonel squashed his rage out like an insect, holding her close to himself.

“Hunger can do many things to someone, even to a spawn of the devil.” He carefully caressed her arm, checking if she was about to pull from him too. Odena, however, snuggled even closer to him instead. “I didn’t know there was still such a vigour in him. We should be more careful from now on.”

She looked up at him, and despite the smell, her eye reflected determination as she nodded to him.

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(Based on Alex Hirsch's "canon" design)

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