cr: Ediebitty. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

As much as you loved him, you also hated the fact that your clothes had to be stained with his blood and some of his fallen flesh when he leaned on your lap—you always tried to refuse, but the way he looked at you made you give in everytime.

—You were homeless, looking for shelter here and there to no avail, it wasn't the best situation for a young girl, you certainly didn't like the looks you got on the street.

When you finally thought you had found a deserted, isolated place, you felt like you might fly with happiness. It wasn't a five star hotel—it was scary, actually—but it was better than sleeping on the street, of course.

and yet, you never expected to come across a living fleshy mass feeding on the rib of a human corpse when you entered the doorway.

You screamed, for sure, as any normal human would, but the mass of skin and bones seemed more terrified than you in this case, and to your horror you ended up falling to the ground and just shivering, while the creature remained on the ground, staring at you with eyes wide, perhaps from confusion or fear.

As terrifying as it was, you found yourself a few weeks later, patting his head twice, when you learned earlier that the corpse that the creature (who called himself Marrow) was eating was actually the corpse of a man who had thrown you out of his shop for asking him for some water.

you were no better than him in this regard.

You didn’t understand what had happened to him very well, or how he had managed to live at all, he didn’t understand how you could look at him without being terrified or at least vomiting as well.

It's been a few months now, and he keeps clinging to you over and over again.

A choked sound escapes his throat, he usually made sounds like that because it was hard to speak. "p—...pat.." He said hoarsely, getting up from your lap to sit, bowing his head to you in preparation for a pat.

His head was where you could get the most of it, since the rest of his body was a bloody mess.