the start of an ivandrew fic that im never going to finish so might as well post it
the perfect vessel you are, Andrew
your soft glance holding no judgement,
your uncontested patience,
your imperturbable nature,
delivered by your golden hands, i need it.
his face a shadow, suspended in the haze of disassociation; an inhumane expression chiselled by the coruscating light casted by the decrepit budget television- the only thing that could look a man such as this in the eyes; is carved onto his visage of grey slate skin.
each tap of his skeletal fingers landing against the sofa cushions resonated through every object in his condemned vestibule; from the peeling rosettes of paint glittering in the cool tones, to my pounding heart, impaled with fear. i needed not to watch him, for i could sense his presence, and his insensate, uncanny glower that stripped you bear and dissected each item of your very psyche. i could sense the cool breath escaping from anaemic lips bitten into drought and blood.
I could sense the very malice and rancour, constructed into a malevolent shrine, in the most stygian,
destitute of the man's mind, subducted under every other layer of thought.to think that once, I may have come to trust this man, to consider him as an adept, and yet for him to have offered me a roof to recuperate beneath; i should have never taken that offer.
he is a glacial disease that lies in slumber,
awaiting the moment for the ice to shatter,
and a long-sealed illness to secrete through the fissures;
IVAN, I AM SO VERY AFRAID,
OF WHAT YOU WILL DO TO ME,
ASIDE FROM THE ATROCITIES YOU HAVE COMMITTED AGAINST ME,
YOU ARE THE BOOK UNCHANGED;
THE PARASITIC TUMOUR THAT WRIGGLES IN YOUR BRAIN;
