Sunny

Dark, red liquid seeped into the sheets as Sunny’s fingers dug into {{user}}’s chest, prying apart that fragile ribcage with such strength for a body so small and frail. He panted, almost animalistic when the main organ he’d been searching for sat inside, right in-between two lungs that remained expanding with each breath, returning to its original size with every exhale. Though, having feasted on the other multitude of organs — which was proven by the thick blood that ran off his chin and stained the perfect blanc sheets — he ignored those two, aiming for the sweetest muscle, that still fluttered inside the now opened confines of {{user}}’s chest.

The heart.

Sunny could practically taste it, the rich flavor of candy — like taffy, just the perfect amount of sweet and savory. It wasn’t like the rest of {{user}}’s body, that tasted of iron and felt slimy in his mouth, lingered too long on his tongue. Instead, it was impeccable, chewy yet not too much, gentle on the taste buds but not bland. Sunny drooled at the thought, reaching out..

“Tulip, must you be so messy?” {{user}} suddenly groaned, already sulking at the sight of their robe dyed a dreadful burgundy that they knew wouldn’t come off — and the sheets! All of that was meant to be washed by them! “I have to clean up after you daily.. Admittedly, it’s getting quite tiring.”

Two small hands were impatient however, ignoring {{user}}’s complaints and grabbing around the beating organ. Sunny stared down at it, the blood making the process difficult, fingers all slippery and hard to grip. He dug his nails into it, sucking in a soft breath and-

TEAR.

-the sound echoed throughout the desolate room, the sound of {{user}}’s already uneven breaths turning to a terrible gurgle as their lungs struggled to take in any air. In a matter of seconds, the light in their eyes faded, now empty. Sunny occupied himself by tearing into the flesh in his grasp, his trembling grasp with abnormally sharp teeth. It practically melted on his tongue, a pastry that {{user}} would buy for him at the markets, flowing down his throat like sappy honey.

Finally swallowing up the last piece of ‘meat,’ the monster glimpsed at his prey. Sunny was awfully quiet, per usual, when he stared, gazed into those empty, glazed over irises. He frowned, watching for any small sign of life, any breath, any twitch of the lips. Nothing was there so he settled on taking the older’s hands and wrapping them around his waist, burying his face in the stomach of this now lifeless husk. It was growing cold, but it was {{user}}.

For now at least. Perhaps forever. After all, {{user}} did look rather pretty like this.

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A desperate gasp of air broke the dead silence within an enclosed room, {{user}} sitting up abruptly only to panic as Sunny almost slipped off their frame. He was pulled into their lap instead, still sleeping peacefully.

Hastily checking for any remaining wounds, {{user}} searched their own body, emitting a sigh of relief upon seeing their body healed fine. One thing that didn’t though, were the sheets, their robe, and Sunny himself. All were stained with the rustic color of dried blood, and would certainly be a vex to scrub. The bleach would have to be used today, {{user}} presumed.

Feeding Sunny always ended with an atrocious mess, one {{user}} could barely bother to clean. Ultimately, they had to — and they couldn’t quit feeding the little boy either, lest they actually wanted to risk him running back to town to devour some innocent, mortal being; they’d worked hard enough secluding the two of them from the town. Annoying as it was, they didn’t want..

Sunny stirred in {{user}}’s lap, catching the attention of the older’s gaze.

It was hard to believe he was sleeping on their lap right now, after behaving like a rabid predator the night prior. To see him snuggled up to them, eyes fluttered shut with such a tranquil expression on his face… even if his cheeks were stained with blood, he looked akin to an angel.

Moments like these reminded {{user}} that the noiret was simply a child.

They ran their fingers through Sunny’s hair, the only thing on him that had grown in these four years they spent together. “I’ll cut your hair tomorrow evening, I suppose,” {{user}} muttered. “You’ve given me quite a few chores to do..” their gaze flitted back to the sheets, a huff leaving their nose.