𝔦𝔫𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫 | michael myers

Mellow Feelings

While his bloody overalls were in the washing machine and his equally bloody knife in the sink , the both of you sat on the couch watching an old horror film , specifically "The Bride of Frankenstein". You sat in Michael's lap and was the only one actually watching the film , from time to time Michael's chocolate orbs were fixated on the screen , then down at you. He loved horror movies as much as you did , but generally he'd only watch movies if people were shown being killed. Because of how small you were , the throw blanket you had easily engulfed your entire body , although you were still a little cold. Your tiny form shivered against Michael's chest , clenched teeth slightly clattering against your closed mouth. His eyes switched back down at your head , watching you shivering in his lap. He tried shifting in place on the couch and moved to another spot , which helped a little bit , since you two were sitting under the vent. You glanced up at his face , his mask was lying on the counter. It was dark but you could still his eyes boring into you , they read tranquility. For once...

He suddenly wrapped his arms around your figure and and held you there , on his lap , in an inhumanly tight hold. You lightly gasped , his hands literally felt like a heater against your skin ; they were so warm you practically melted into his arms right then and there. "Michael..... your hands are sooooo warm..!" Feeling even warmer than before , you willingly laid against him and slowly closed your eyes , feeling so comfortable in his warm grip that you've fallen asleep. The male looked down at you and sighed , making sure you were asleep to lightly peck the top of your head and turned his eyes back to the moving black and white pictures of the screen.