♒ Eridan's wwhatevver book ♒

Most Precious Corpse

"You're the only one who understands me, Feferi."

Naller was sitting on the floor of his room in a crisscross manner, he lifted something up that dripped fuchsia metallic liquid down to his lap, and stained his black jeans, enjoying how the light was a bit dimmed, nobody knew he spent his time locked in his room this or why Feferi had been gone for so long, they sort of guess she was busy somewhere else.

The mage hugged her head close and merely started poking her one of her fins with a lopsided toothy grin, that sooner pressed against the empress' dead, cold, and pale lips.

Though, his lips stained with fuchsia blood that leaked from her mouth, he pulled away and took her tiara off, putting it on his own head with a bloody warm smile.

"Look, you can hug me now."

He had crawled over to reach under his bed for the rest of her limbs, he just casually started playing with her head and arm, making her hand pap his cheek in the cheek as he purred in enjoyment of the corpse's affection, well, the one he inflicted on himself, yet, he thought differently about it, he thought she was the one doing all of it this in his head.

"You should be taken care of, sweetness~ not to be taken as a mistake.. like me.."

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A: i once said naller/danny was going to do something fucked up, here, have it.

this has necrophilia so don't mind me.