Title: (not so) Safe
Summary: T-o-b-y, you spell his name out on a scrabble board, you spell his name out with your lips. Spencer\Toby. Drabble.
Authors Note: My first pll piece that will ever be published on here, other oneshots saved in drafts. It's 2:38 in the morning and I had nothing better to do, this isn't edited. I don't even know what this is tbh. Reviews are appreciated.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
His voice is like honey, soft, sweet, sugary. It's running down a hill, trying to escape, it's gentle and it's safe. It's like milk being poured into a tall glass, silky, smooth, it's safe. It's like being so ridiculously drunk that you can't even put a foot forward but somebody's always there to catch you, he's the one who wraps his arms around your waist and deposits you in a cab. He's like a sunflower growing in the summer, swaying in the wind. He's like sugar, overly sweet but in a good way. T-o-b-y, you spell his name out on a scrabble board, you spell his name out with your lips. T-O-B-Y, he's like the sun that shines so bright, always able to bring a smile to your lips. You count each syllable, you memorize each beat. You run your hands along the tiles against the scrabble board, your eyes shut tight,
"Toby,"
His name tastes like salty tears, like heart ache, like heart break. It's like blood burning your tongue. Bruises against your skin. T-O-B-Y, the devil bears that name you swear. He's like a needle accidentally pricking your finger, he's like a paper cut caused by your favorite book. T-o-b-y, your fingers gently swipe the tiles away from the scrabble board. He's like a deadly disease, deadly, dangerous, awful but you can't escape it. He's a villain from a comic book, so evil but so redeemable, or not. He's like the rain, splitter, splatter, splash. Dreary and dark. His voice is cold, harsh, unforgiving and you flinch. His voice drips with sarcasm, with menace.
"Toby,"