*HELLISH RARE SHIPS*

xxdaimonxx asked

blood red blacksand, Sandy is trying REALLY HARD to not start showing some really unethical behavior with his, still patient, pitch black

gretchensinister

“I’m not sure I should tell you more,” Pitch said, and Sandy knew he wasn’t just imagining how his voice had fallen a half-tone lower.

            “Fantasies are safe to share here,” Sandy said, “no matter what they might be.”

            “Safe for who?” Pitch asked. “Does that apply to us both? Maybe you should tell me one of yours.”

            “My fantasies are doubtless unrelated to the ones that caused you to seek my help,” Sandy said. Your long legs around my waist as you let me enter your body and I let you fill your mouth with my blood.

            “What if the ones I’d want to talk about now were new ones?” Pitch asked, staring intently at Sandy.

            Sandy wondered if Pitch noticed the shiver that ran through him at that, and that it wasn’t one of fear. Probably. It was the sort of thing he would notice about Pitch.

            “Then,” Sandy said, forcing his voice to be steady, “I think it’d be safe to say that we’re making progress.”

whentheoceanmetsky

/hUFFs

THIS AFTERNOON HAS BEEN CRUEL AND KIND IN EQUAL MEASURES TODAY

AND I’M NOT SURE WHICH IS WHICH ANYMORE

thismightyneed

I’m very glad I am not the only one with this problem

xxdaimonxx asked

blood red blacksand, sandy find out Pitch's huge cannibal urge, now he gotta think what he should do about it

marypsue

“You seem upset.”

Pitch’s shrug was tight, controlled, forcibly nonchalant. Sandy tsked and placed a small hand over his. “You don’t need to pretend with me. That’s not how this relationship works. And I can’t help you if you’re always hiding from me, can I?”

Pitch let out a long, shuddering breath, but he relaxed, the tension bleeding out of his shoulders. Sandy patted his hand reassuringly. “Why are you upset, Pitch?”

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thismightyneed

xxdaimonxx asked

can you write something for that blood red blacksand au (that one of serial killer sandy and cannibal pitch)

marypsue

I can certainly try!

…

The girl was whimpering again.

Pitch let out a sigh of defeat, reflecting on everything he’d done for her; he’d found (well, stolen) the finest toy collection a six-year-old could possibly want, he’d made up a batch of dinosaur-shaped chicken nuggets (children liked those, didn’t they?), he’d even offered to read her a story (although now that he thought about it, Thomas Harris didn’t exactly write for children), and yet she was still crying like being taken from that family that clearly didn’t deserve her was the worst thing that had happened to her in her six short years of life.

Pitch fixed on a smile, and settled down next to her, offering to set up a tea party and wishing, deep down, that Sandy would come see his surprise soon.

thismightyneed

*internal screaming* this was REALLY GOOD