the iridescence of the moon's silver light reflected against their sweat dazzled skin as their softly breathing bodies laid tangled in the sheets; their paced heartbeats monotonous as the ebony-haired man's lips parted. "why did you leave him?" he inquired in a voice softer than a silk whisper, the brunette's chocolate irises rising to match his -still somewhat unofficial- boyfriend's multifaceted azure gaze. "hm?" he hummed, the galaxies that danced upon his printed fingertips walking across phil's bruised fist. "curare, when we first met, you said you hadn't seen him in six months. what happened?"

dan's ghostly eyes flickered away as he exhaled deeply, "i only stuck around for troye, and i, i gave up." the scraped fingertips of the raven-haired man skimmed across the brunette's glimmering skin as he inhaled hazily, "i could use a cigarette." dan's split lips peaked in a smirk as he raised himself off of phil, the iridescent moonlight reflecting in shadows against his toned body.

"fuck," phil muttered with an unlit cigarette laid between his clenched teeth as he heard his phone buzzing from the other side of the room; his frost bitten fingers struggling as he dragged his jeans up his wiry legs. the brunette scoffed wryly as he slouched against the wall with the phone still buzzing against his palm, his bloodshot eyes dropping as he slid his thumb across the screen. "phil," he mumbled as his eyebrows furrowed slowly, "it's, fuck, it's chris, he was attacked a few hours ago, he's dead."

the blood-tinged irises of the dark-haired man widened as the cigarette dangled loosely from his blood-stained lips. "someone must've been listening to us," he gasped as his eyebrows furrowed together, "fuck, fuck! th-the coroner that did troye's autopsy, you said he was corrupt, right? what if he was part of the ring kendall told me about?" dan's lips parted after a moment as he ran his tremulous fingers through his hair, before closing them quickly as he turned suddenly back to phil's phone.

"joseph-what? no, give him the goddamn phone, kid-no, i don't fucking care, tell him it's an emergency," he stammered desperately into the phone, "i need the names of all the dirty cops that worked at the same time of that coroner i tracked down-fuck, man, i'll owe you a favor, i don't fucking care." the unlit cigarette collided against the unraveling hotel carpet as phil's eyes widened suddenly, "don't bother, i know who killed kendall." the brunette quirked an eyebrow as he hung up mid sentence, "w-what?"

a glinting, underlying blood thirst hiding behind the irresistible charm of viridescent irises and spun silk of soft caramel hair danced tauntingly in the the ebony-haired man's irises as his bruised fists clenched at his sides. "he was there the whole fucking time," he hissed, vitriol dripping off his thick words as he felt every pounding heartbeat slam against his tightened chest, "franta, god fucking damnit!"

his phone buzzed again in the brunette's palm as his eyes darted down to the screen, where his eyes dropped to an apathetic trance once again. "ligouri, he's on the list," he murmured as his bitten fingernails dug into his violence-tainted arm. phil's split lip twitched as he remained silent, before his wrist flicked upward with a glinting blade held desperately between his stained fingers. "i want him dead, franta, i want to kill him," he hissed between his clenched teeth as he returned the now lit cigarette to his glinting teeth. "i want him to feel my pain in a thousand cuts."

dan inhaled huskily as he shoved the phone in his pocket, his glossy irises flickering with an expression somewhere between hesitation and blood thirst that phil couldn't seem to match as the brunette dragged open the bedside drawer; holding an iridescently glinting gun in his palm as he quirked an eyebrow questioningly.

"so where does this piece of shit live?"