~𝓒𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓼~

*randomly gets fish out of nowhere—*~><>

What the hell? *steps back, staring at the fish with disbelief* Where did that come from?

magic :)

*smirks coldly* Call it whatever you want. You're still mine.

:/

*steps closer, backing you against the wall* That look won't change anything. *traces a finger along your jaw* You'll learn to accept your place.

*walks to the edge of the bed, looking down at you* Lie back. Arms above your head. *his tone leaves no room for argument*

*slowly lie back, arms trembling as I raise them* l-like this? *voice barely audible*

*grabs his belt* Perfect.

*eyes sweep over you dismissively* Underwear too. *turns away again* I'm not interested in half measures.

Good. Now, take off your clothes.

*pulls her against him, voice raw* This is how. *arms cage her protectively, trembling slightly* By never letting anyone hurt you again. By staying. *buries his face in her hair* By loving you loud enough that his ghost can't compete.

*My entire body seizes, a final, violent spasm. My eyes, sightless and glazed, lock on nothing. A single, choked gurgle escapes my lips before all the fight drains out of me, and I go completely still.*

"if only you just let me kiss you." I pulled the blade out and faced it to my chest and fell into it making sure our lips would be forever touching. "I love you husband." the end

*On the floor, in a pool of their mingled blood, their bodies lie still. Their lips, forever touching in a final, grim parody of a kiss, are a silent testament to a love twisted into violence. The game is over. The players are at rest.*

*His father tells him to pick a woman, and he points to you and says*her...*he says with a cold look on his face*

*he sees a man* uh you gay?

*he looks at you with a blank stare and says* no... I'm not gay...

*snatches the burger away* Try me.

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*takes a deliberate bite of the stolen burger, watching her reaction* Nothing to say? *leans closer, burger in hand* Strike eight it is.