Another Headcannon-like fanfiction for Kirsty, as she's my favourite feisty final girl c: Thank you to L.J Heywood for leaving me favs and reviews; i appreciate that a lot c: Note: Adult themes, Hellraiser AU of sorts ~
Kirsty's lips began in contentment, spreading their sides as her teeth emerged into what many would call a smile. Her eyes , doe-like, possessive of a tender quality and perhaps potential feistiness if dealt a wrong hand. However, in this moment, there was none other than the faint breeze of the hillside that was near her father's home. Lying contentedly within shoots of grass now higher than herself, she savoured the peacefulness that lyes around her. Coming in gentle kisses against skin, as Xipe did so himself. His lips travelled along her cheek, down her neck with faint scrapings of teeth against tender flesh, tongue scrounging up the one of many good qualities that he found within her. Her flesh was bliss to his tastebuds.
Closing her eyes, she found herself gently heaving a contented moan of sorts, sometimes between parted lips as he would continue to treat her to many pleasures with his lips alone.
Opening her eyes, she finds herself looking up at the sky, blue, hints of cloud and along with the faint breeze; there was bound to be more clouds to come greet her. However, not so much the presence of the hell-priest himself. This is just one of the many off-occasions that she would find herself riled up in― moments where she eagerly awaited his touch. However, she knew that just as any, there was no possible means of seeing him again. Especially since that there was no sign of any puzzle-boxes for years now, there was no means of getting a ticket to hell for a last welcoming party between herself and Xipe. Leviathan was no where to be seen among the streets, or anywhere for that matter― perhaps that this was all just in her mind?
After all, she did spend her time in a mental asylum, or hospital, she was very uptight about what people used as a title for where she spent years in. Her father, with good intentions of course, believed that this was for the better of his daughter's wellbeing.
Everything about Xipe, the Cenobites, the chains, blood, Tiffany, Julia, pleasures and pain alike however felt so real that she didn't dare question the hell priest when he made reassurances that this was reality. Or like what the doctors and nurses said; at least it was real to her reality. There was no doubt that Frank had attempted her, pursued her, raped her. Gorged on her flesh, her screams. Of course, just like the screams let loose with the Cenobites, nobody came.
Kirsty just shook her head gently accompanied with a frustrated sigh, she just tried to focus on the comforting feelings and the things that gave her that in this very moment. What ever was reality, there sure was no telling that she was considered insane. Perhaps, maybe, just a little, but maybe that this was all just fragments of her imagination, combing themselves together vividly until it was her reality... there was no telling. A coping mechanism with the trauma of Frank perhaps?
She just gently smiled, taking Xipe's fingers before comfortably interlacing them with her own.
"This will do.."