eyurm .. posting that mazz/zim zum short i mentioned ... it felt so weird referring to zim zum by his real name ..
i haven't posted writing like this before so i don't quite know how this works .. writing under the cut . ?
tw // implied (?) abuse , blood , mentions of death
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Even with blood pouring down their face, their body shaking with pain and fear, tears streaming and choking every word they tried to say...
they were apologizing.
"I'm sorry, please! I'll do better! Please!"
Brian stared down at his black-haired "lover." Blood dripping on the floor, they crawled over and sunk down next to his boot. Their hands weakly grasped at his ankles; effectively covering them in blood, too.
"Please, don't... don't leave me... Please... I love you... Please..."
It took everything in Brian's coke-fueled heart to not ram them in the face. For getting his shoes dirty, for being so pathetic, for being... them. Instead, he simply ripped his legs free from their grip. Another sob wrenched from their chest in response.
"Please, Brian... Please... Don't go..."
"Piece of shit. Just fucking die."
There it went. A steel toe met Timothy's lips, and teeth sunk into flesh. The pain was too much to speak. Blood spilled from their lips, pouring down onto the floor with the rest.
If they had heard this story from anyone else, Timothy would call into question what makes humans so cruel. Yet, here they were, living it. Watching the only person who mattered– the only person they had left, give them a face of no remorse before turning for the door. They reached out. The light was blinding–
and then it was gone.
They sunk to the floor, a pile of tears and blood. The newfound wounds in their mouth burned with each desperate gasp. What did they do to deserve this? Brian was so, so sweet when they met. He wouldn't do this unless they did something first, right? Right? Their brain sunk into the floor.
Timothy was tired. So, so tired. They would need to have this cleaned up before Brian got home. Who were they to bleed everywhere? On his pristine floors? A pang of guilt hit their stomach. Maybe they were a piece of shit. A piece of shit who loved somebody it didn't deserve.
They pressed their cheek against the floor, legs folded to their chest and breath heaving. The blood was getting cold and sticky. They could barely keep their eyes open. Did they deserve this? Why would they question it? If anything, they... just wanted an answer. A solid answer.
Their head throbbed with each breath. It was nothing but them and the sound of their shallow breathing against the floor. A sound to put them to sleep. Their eyes eased shut on their own.
Maybe, Brian's life would be easier if they didn't wake up.
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