To Taste The Rotted, Putrified Gates Of Heaven (per Rubare Il Respiro Di Dio)

to taste the rotted, putrified gates of heaven (per rubare il respiro di dio)

rosekiller | 14k | dead dove one-shot set in the every man makes a god universe | please mind the tags

“I’d like to fuck you to death.”

Said with a shrug; Barty held both hands out. His lips drew down into a self-deprecating frown, comical and still too nonchalant for what Evan thought he had just heard. Like he was trying to sell him something, the lack of immediate panic told Evan he’d be excellent at it in another life.

He didn’t think Barty was in the business of really selling anything, thought maybe that did make him special.

“What?”

Barty rolled his eyes. “I’d like to fuck you to death. Well, actually—I’d fuck you through it,” A pause, and he glanced behind him, looked at the door before turning back. “And bring you back just to do it all over again.”