It's not like the Road House. He's not emptying coffers after taking out the only people who mattered more than breathing. The only people who could gut her. The only people she'd known all her life could always have that happen to them, and that be demanded of her.
It's his home and the people here are not demons.
He doesn't have to kill them and refuses to live with them.
Two different sides of a coin rolling its ways through hell.
When he looks away, she catches the tense of his shoulders. She knows what's out there. She was there for it. "Pretty, ain't it?"
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It's not like the Road House. He's not emptying coffers after taking out the only people who mattered more than breathing. The only people who could gut her. The only people she'd known all her life could always have that happen to them, and that be demanded of her.
It's his home and the people here are not demons.
He doesn't have to kill them and refuses to live with them.
Two different sides of a coin rolling its ways through hell.
When he looks away, she catches the tense of his shoulders. She knows what's out there. She was there for it. "Pretty, ain't it?"