fuck marry kill

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FUCK, MARRY, KILL

welcome to GAME NIGHT at DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES. the game on the docket? FUCK, MARRY, KILL. the rules are simple: roll the game picker wheel three times or just pick three as you'd like, dropping the names in your header comment — icly we'll say they picked they names out of a hat. people respond, comment around, get into fist fights, kiss a little? thread hop and react as you see fit!
(meme threads can be considered canon!)

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[masticated]

[a pleased chuckle rumbles through him, low and flirtatious. she's pretty when she's angry, but she has the sullen look of someone who keeps her explosive emotions under a sliver of shyness. yes, he decides right then and there, looking at her through half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile, that he'd fuck her on the table.]

I'm listenin', [her breath is warm on his skin. her threat sends heat straight between his legs. he turns his head, their faces so close their noses brush.] why don't you do it, hm? Stab me.

[in the same tone as fuck me. then he takes her hand gently and places a butter knife in her palm.]

[buio]

(She laughs against his cheek, hating him, tightening her fingers around the handle of the knife. Her legs feel strangely numb. In a way he really is teaching her the way to kill him — the line has to blur, she has to make him want it. Has to make him think she wants it too.

She stays right where she is and drops her gaze to the tender inside of his wrist, his front, all the places he's soft, where a knife will slam home easy.)

I'll do it if you don't make a scene.

(They're in public.)

[masticated]

I won't. Leave my face and dick alone.

[this takes him back. hours spent alone in a sensory deprivation room, only to be thrust into harms way directly after. his handler, waiting with a pair of pliers. there is little ptolemais can do to him that hasn't already been done, and as he's rolling up his sleeve to rest his arm on the wet table (an option, if she chooses) he watches her, unconcerned with the knife or her plans. she wants him to take her seriously— he is. at a price. this is an intimate action, even if she'll never admit it. he's trusting her and she's trusting him. funny thing, when she hates his guts, when it's all she wants to do is watch him suffer, and all he wants to see is the look in her eyes when she follows through.]

Make your mark.