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@undedfuck | it's been 84 yeaaars
Chest rises as her eyes find his figure from where she sat on Nickolas' couch. A figure Holly used to know so intimately, so well, as if he had been the back of her hand. It was in passing, attention torn from the television the moment he stepped foot in the room. Nick hadn't even given it a second thought to introduce them, he never did. He wanted to keep Holly away from his work, though it's a little hard to do that when your best friend never leaves your house, isn't it ??
How long had it been ?? Years don't matter to Holly anymore, not since her death. Not since she stopped aging. When they last saw each other, Holly had blood pumping through her, the woman was alive, smiling and happy ( well, as happy as the man could make her, anyways ). And now her eyes are sunken in, akin to that of a roadkill's, iris' pale in comparison to the years before. If she had a heart beat, it'd be going crazy right now.
Hands white knuckle the blanket that lay on her. The woman is so torn, wanting and wishing for him to not even notice her there, to just assume that it's another one of Nick's fuck buddies ( because he has a new one every damn hour ) as he notices her out of the corner of his eyes... she also wishes for him to watch, to stare, to never take his eyes off of her again- but... he broke that promise. He broke that promise all those years ago, the one she believed. What she doesn't know is that it wasn't of his own free will that he had broke that promise. One day, he was just gone.
She knows for a fact it's Cyrus. There's no definitive answer she has on how, but call it an inkling. Maybe it's some sort of sixth sense she picked up from being dead, who the hell knows ?? She doesn't. If he doesn't stop, she'll have to leave the premises until Nick tells her to come home. But that isn't her home, that man was her home.
Chest rises with an audible inhale, not that she needs to breathe anymore. A force of habit she still has not yet been able to kick ( she's still human in some aspects, she has not had as much time as Cy has had to adjust to being dead, yet ). Another habit she has yet to kick is the scan of a crowd, eyes wandering in hopes of him being there, watching her. Holly had never dreamt about reuniting with this man at Nick's house. Though it doesn't come as a surprise to her, either.
Holly wants throw herself at his knees, sob and whine until the sun has turned to dust and the moon has floated away, until she’s shaking violently and he’s held her so tight she’s started to turn purple. However she settles for the blink of an eye and the raising of her brows.
Holly freezes in her own spot, unsure of how to even respond, scared that if she did the man would disappear once again. That had fucked her up, the not ever knowing what had happened to Cyrus or why he had left her. Did he hate her ?? Couldn’t stand her anymore ?? She’d like to believe that he wouldn’t just do that to her. Just because he does awful things does not lead Holly to believe that he is an awful man, though the fact of the matter still remains that he DID leave her.
The lump in her throat is swallowed as she hears those words spill from his lips, and it’s then that Nick realizes that he isn’t being followed anymore. Perhaps Cyrus had stopped to look at a painting, or a dumb ass art piece he had somewhere, but when he turns around, it’s neither. They’re staring at each other, Cyrus and Holly. A look of confusion paints over Nick’s face so wildly it would catch even him off guard.
Those words has Holly crumbling, and it’s obvious to Nick. He hadn’t seen her like this in years, not since before her death.
Holly scrambles for any words to say, lips parting to speak but nothing comes out, and all she can manage at this second is the furrow of her brow and a nod of her head.
It takes everything in her not to get up, not to run over there and wrap her arms around the mountain of a man, the love of her life. And Nick can see that turmoil in her, enough for him to shake his own head ‘no’, and speak himself.
“ Hey guys, uh, what the fucks goin’ on ?? “
He asks. Hands planted firmly on his hips a moment, fully expecting an explanation. However, at least from Holly's end, she gives him one look and says, calmly:
“ Can you please give us a moment, Nickolas ?? “
Hardly does she ever government name him, only in times of seriousness and when he’s done something wrong. The Hound gives Cyrus another long glance before shaking his head in disbelief. He supposed it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility that in a past life she knew one of these men that he has unfortunately hired to work for him. Though he never expected it to actually happen.
“ Listen, whatever the hell is happening between the two of you, figure it out, and come back to see me, Cyrus. “ But before anyone could say anything else, he’s headed towards the kitchen.
In that past life they knew each other in, Holly had cared a little too much about her appearance. Always making sure she’s well put together, makeup perfect, not a hair out of place or a wrinkle on her shirt. Even when relaxing at home, sure the clothes were comfier but they were still nice. Clearly, she’s a different person now by the oversized t-shirt she dawns ( Nick’s, no doubt ), the short blonde bob she now sports, and the smudged eyeliner and mascara around her large eyes. Were this her past self, she’d tell him to look away, no matter how long they had been together, she always had to be presentable for him.
Holly stands, the blanket being thrown off her bare legs, and she begs them to move. But she stays planted firmly in her spot. Anxiety is something she’s still used to, and god does it rear its ugly head at this moment, the phantom heart beat pounding in her chest as hands fidget with each other for a moment.
“ Cyrus, I- “ Words still don’t come easy, eyes refuse to give him even the slightest bit of attention, though she forces it finally.
“ Why’d y’leave me ?? “ The question is posed and brows are knitted tightly together.
How long had it been since he’d made an in person delivery for nick? cy couldn’t tell. Months, weeks, years they all blended in together to the point that he rarely noticed when the sun set or rose. This called for a special arrival on his part, a hand signed and passed over letter clearly showing that the agreement nick had been working for finally went through. All the time he’d spent working his loose ends and putting away strays worked out, and he felt more pride than he’d admit about the deal. That and every so often cy did look for a reason to come sniffing around nick’s stomping grounds, pay a visit to the man himself.
It explains why he graces his polished doorstep, breezes through the ornate doors themselves. He wouldn’t deny that he enjoyed nick’s sense of decoration, it reminded him of the old days – the days when having rich pieces actually meant you were rich and not bored with too much money. Granted cy couldn’t pinpoint exactly where nick stood and he didn’t bother with categorizing the younger man, it didn’t matter – none of it really mattered in the end. Not the polished marble floors, not the grand staircases or the elaborate garden mazes people built just to fuck and get lost in. None of it survived.
His steps are lazy and slow as he takes his time to absorb just what has changed and what remains the same in this house. Easing through the doorway into the main room his milk-like eyes are raised toward the ceiling, careful in their assessment – was he looking for bullet holes? maybe. It all looked the same, frozen much like him. Raising his eyebrows he drops his attention to the rest of the room, noting the chairs, the paintings, the tv left on, and the woman on the sofa covered in a blanket. No, no, no, no, no – not just a woman and not just a girl. He knows her, he’d know her anywhere.
Holly.
To think even her name felt like a gash in his side, a holy searing pain that consumed his every fiber and being and writhed like a freshly killed snake. She was alive. She lived – she lives, it's been…ages. Ages locked behind a stone tomb, feeling his body be eaten by rats, roaches, and more as he waited. Waited to be free, waited to return to the one face that haunted him more often than the moonlight he only ever caught glimpses of. It was holly, his holly … the girl that now looked so different but was exactly the same.
His throat didn't dry up any more, he didn’t need to breathe, there was no reason for him to hold air in his chest. Seeing her made him freeze, made his entire body root itself into the very marble he stood on. Several questions ran through his head loud and demanding and angry and happy, overjoyed and consuming they rolled one right after the other – but all fell at the feet of the one thought that he could fully process. She’s there. She is here in nick’s house with you, after ages of being locked away she is sitting right there mere steps away.
His lips part, brows rising just a fraction higher on his forehead as his eyes drink in every detail about her. “ you’re still here…you’re real. Please tell me you’re real princess. “ his final words are a whisper, almost like a prayer he can't bear saying out loud but he does so anyway. He has to know.
@undedfuck asked: “Eyes on me, baby. Always on me. “ from cy to Holly 💕💕 from here
THE WAY HE TALKS HER THROUGH IT, it has butterflies in her stomach. His voice, his words, the fucking smirk that's plastered to his lips, god it makes her shudder just thinking about it. Or is it his dick already burried as deep as he can be inside of her ?? Definitely the latter.
" I'm sorry, I- "
It's not her fault that his size has her eyes squeezed shut so tightly that they hurt. Though it's obvious in the way she whines that Holly is enjoying every inch of him. Though, as he demands, she snaps them open, watching him from behind eyelashes. Back arches into the bed, and she's white knuckling the sheets beneath her.
" Fuck. Yes sir. "
@undedfuck asked: “ Touch yourself and let me watch you. “ from cy to holly 😘💕💕 from here
Holly can't even count on all her fingers and all her toes how many times he has been well acquainted with her body. He's seen it all, the good and the bad, and he judges her for none of it. And yet, the very idea of it has her blushing.
Her legs remained closed as she props herself up on one hand, mattress bowing slightly under her weight. Holly never performed well under pressure. Maybe that's why she's so scared of it. Holly knows that Cyrus is the last person on this earth to judge her, ESPECIALLY for what gets her off. It's just funny to her, having someone watch.
Though she obeys, hand finding its way between her thighs, still closed tight. Fingers gently rub at the bundle of nerves she finds there, though, it's hard to see anything at all. Cheeks flush in embarrassment as Holly watches him sitting in the chair opposite the bed.
" I'd much rather you join me. "
@undedfuck asked: “ I wanna fuck you so hard, that when you randomly think of me your cunt clenches. “ cy to HOLLY 💕😘💕🔥 from here
" Oh really ?? "
She asks, brows raising. The woman takes her seat, and rightfully so, on his thigh. Arms find their way to wrap around the back of his neck, playing with the short hairs at the nape.
" You don't even need to try. " Gaze flicker to his lips, then back up to his eyes again. " Before you even touched me, the thought of you made me wet. "
FROM HER DROP DEAD MAN, @undedfuck
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we knew he’d pretty much wipe the board dude, cy just be like that