1 - 20 of 57 Bookmarks
Navigation
List of Bookmarks
-
Pinocchio Dreams by black_telephone (orphan_account)
Fandoms: Dexter (TV), Dexter Series - All Media Types, Dexter Series - Jeff Lindsay
02 Mar 2013
Tags
Summary
“The fucker killed his own sister.” She snorts and takes another sip.
Dexter doesn’t flinch. He gives himself mental points for that.
“Fuck.” She says again.
Maybe he should respond, “Deb-“
“How could he do that?” She asks, never minding his response. “How-how... I just don’t get how anyone could do that...”
He nods in compliance.
“His fucking sister!” Debra exclaims in anguish. “If you were a serial killer, would you kill me and then parade my goddamn fucking half naked corpse?-”
No, I wouldn’t... At least not the half-naked parading anyway.
.
Summary: Dexter has always felt like Pinocchio. A little wooden toy wanting to be a real boy. But he never could. He has these moments when he wins and everything is golden and glorious. But then it crashes and he’s left to pick up the pieces on his own.
He is strangled in the strings of fate. It’s all Pinocchio dreams.But maybe he just hasn’t realised that it has already come true.
. -
Bookmark Tags:
Bookmark Notes:
Pinocchio Dreams by black_telephone (orphan_account)
Summary:
“The fucker killed his own sister.” She snorts and takes another sip.
Dexter doesn’t flinch. He gives himself mental points for that.
“Fuck.” She says again.
Maybe he should respond, “Deb-“
“How could he do that?” She asks, never minding his response. “How-how... I just don’t get how anyone could do that...”
He nods in compliance.
“His fucking sister!” Debra exclaims in anguish. “If you were a serial killer, would you kill me and then parade my goddamn fucking half naked corpse?-”
No, I wouldn’t... At least not the half-naked parading anyway.
.
Summary: Dexter has always felt like Pinocchio. A little wooden toy wanting to be a real boy. But he never could. He has these moments when he wins and everything is golden and glorious. But then it crashes and he’s left to pick up the pieces on his own.
He is strangled in the strings of fate. It’s all Pinocchio dreams.
But maybe he just hasn’t realised that it has already come true.