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"I’ve got you under my skin.
I’ve got you deep in the heart of me.
So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me.
I’ve got you under my skin.
I’d tried so not to give in.
I said to myself: this affair never will go so well.
But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know down well
I’ve got you under my skin?”
~Frank Sinatra, “I’ve got you under my skin”
My OTP continues to sail strong.
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can you write something for that blood red blacksand au (that one of serial killer sandy and cannibal pitch)
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.
*internal screaming* this was REALLY GOOD
