For the Dribble Drabble thread.
Teddy & Lucy. Crackling.
If he listened closely, he could hear the crackling laughter behind her sweet words of sunshine and flowers and anything else pretty enough for her. It was there, echoing, scaring him. Terrifying him. And even if he loved her, her short white fingers, her pale eyelashes, she was too frightening.
He slipped, in the dark night, out of her embrace, of her mind, of her world.
He shouldn't have done that.
The next time they met, the crackling laughter was gone and replaced with broken sanity. But the laughter returned, once, and it was the last sound he heard. Ever.