nosebleed ; phan

antichrist

teaser !

dan's fingertips tapped fervently against the steering wheel, guilt-laced sweat dripping down his starlight skin as his shallow breathing echoed in the vacant 3 a.m driveway. his heart raced, partly from the aftereffects of heroin and partly from the blood that now seemed to stain the scrubbed-raw skin underneath his fingernails. his mind felt so drowned out in an oasis of liquored vendettas and chromatic bruised lips that he almost didn't even register the drug-induced crimson liquid streaking out of his nostrils.

holding his jacketed wrist up to his nose, he exhaled the all-too-familiar taste of blood into the lung-chilling, wintry atmosphere; this being the third nosebleed that plagued his wiry body that day.

he desperately skimmed his sleeve over the tears that tainted his bloodshot eyes as he rolled down the window, his fingers trembling as he felt the man's heated breath brush against his skin. "move over, i'm driving," phil spoke huskily, dan sniffling the thick scent of iron as he crawled into the passenger seat. his mouth singed from the bitter taste of drug-induced vomit as he forced himself to swallow the mania-ridden tears that threatened to bleed from his eyes.

the raven-haired man started the car as he pulled out of the driveway dan hoped he would never have to see again, leaning his puffy cheeks against his ghostly-white knuckles. "they'll look for us," the brunette breathed, his words shaking as he chewed the skin off his bottom lip. phil's apathy-traced expression didn't phase as he lit a cigarette with his free hand, the flame's scorching light reflecting against the splattered blood that tainted the man's features. "yeah, no shit," he muttered, nicotine hazily clouding over his words as they bled out from his split lips.

"i," the brunette mumbled, pulling his knees up to tightened chest as he exhaled shakily. "i didn't mean to kill him." phil scoffed, the secondhand nicotine flooding into the brunette's heavy lungs as phil didn't even bother to respond, as they both knew it really wasn't an accident. the azure irises of the older man's eyes darted from the pitch black vacant road and the car's flickering clock, a smirk tempting to peak at the corners of his crimson-smeared lips.

"it's 3am," he murmured, his murderous fingertips enveloping the brunette's spine-chilling hand, "isn't that, like, satan's hour or something?" dan's blood-tinged eyes blinked as he scowled, "that's not fucking funny after what we just did. i feel like the damn antichrist."

the corners of the darker-haired man's glossy eyes squinted as he grinned, a murderous chuckle escaping in the clouds of nicotine that left his lips. his fingers turned the brunette's chin towards him, meeting the younger's tear-laced gaze; lilac and crimson veins protruding from his glossy under eyes.

"baby, if you were the antichrist, i'd be the devil himself."

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hey guys !! i know it's been a minute but im here with a new story !! this story concept has been a work in progress for a long ass time so im hyped to finally get it out !! this is gonna be a psychological thriller typa thing so yea,, i hope you guys liked this lil teaser for it. the first actual chapter'll be up in a couple days.

also i was inspired by some billie eilish lyrics, particularly from the songs bellyache, hostage, and copycat.

as always, let me know what you think so far !!

-ashton