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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[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.