Leaky Corpse Fluids

>If you tell him about your exes being mean to you, God forbid abusive, he will track them down and kill them.

>He keeps a souvenir from each one. Usually in the form of a tooth or the like, but it varies.

>Coming home to him sprawled across your bed, drunk and bloody from his own self-inflicted wounds isn't exactly a rarity. Most of the time he needs comfort for the night.

>And sometimes he'll do it if he's just on a particularly bad spiral. They don't even have to do anything wrong, per say -they're a perceived threat, why not take them out? What's another body to the pile when it comes to keeping you around.

>He later regrets it so deeply and intensely it results in another round of self mutilation. He never tells you the truth about it.

>Other times, he lashes out. You're not really sure he's fully conscious/grounded in those moments. It's very reminiscent of a scared dog - he's not trying to hurt you, he's not even really there, he just defaults to violence to defend his vulnerability. You think.

> Because he's a proxy, he can't truly die. You have held his nearly decapitated body on multiple occasions. You've had his guts in your hands. You've learned to just patch him up as best you can and wait until he comes back (you can never remember what happens. You black out while waiting, inevitably), but feeling of holding your gory lover never truly goes away, does it?

>He has come come with bloodstains down his thighs. You don't ask. He doesn't tell.

>You guys tried bondage and bladeplay once. Halfway through you realized it might not have been such a game to him. You never asked to do it again.

> Every so often, he breaks down in your arms, literally screaming his lungs out sobbing over how fucked up he is. He hates it. He hates living, being this... thing. And there's not a damn thing he can do about it.