If the police ask I was just doing muscle studies.
Also can’t draw evil Chris not smiling, think him smiling is probably a bad sign for anyone around, which doesn’t help cus I’ve only drawn him not smiling ONCE.
There was something about the taste of blood that had become so romantic. You knew that a flare up in your coughing meant you lover was nearby. The ache in your lungs was a piece of him you carried around with you.
It was obvious he liked it too, the possessive way he wiped blood from your lip or held you while you shook during a coughing fit. Something about the way he looked at you made you squirm and he loved that.
You reached up to his blank face and used the blood from your palm to draw a heart on his cheek, blushing sweetly.
The monster slowly ripped open his mouth in response, revealing sharp teeth and a long black tongue. He put his hands on either side of your face and leaned down to kiss you deeply. You shared the taste of each other’s blood and it was the most romantic thing you could possibly imagine.
