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I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
(happy may 10th!)
Sure, Bonnie, of course we believe you, you definitely wanted to go separate ways 🤭
It’s damp and misty, not in a chilly way, though. The air is warm and thick. As breathing gets too difficult, akin to swallowing, Bonnie pushes through heavy plastic sheets because it’s blurry, she cannot see what hides behind it.
Metal strings dangle from above, thin and trembling, almost humming as if they were trying to remember a song... They remind her of the old guitar in Grams’ attic, the strings on which, torn and rusty, resembled dying vines.
Drip-drip-drip-drip...
The sound comes ahead of sight. As she progresses further, red streams brush her toes, she smears them painting weird spirals with her feet on the white canvas of the floor, which evokes a thought — as a child she was always this curious. Color deepens, at some point her soles begin to slip.
More strings, but now here and there they are adorned, she sees. Nice, fresh hearts, livers and kidneys. So vibrant in a completely blank room. They swing gently, pendulums of soft death, yet, it feels almost festive. Like those bright paper decorations from a birthday party.
Drip drip drip.
Denser. She has to push them to make way. A piece of a spleen leaves a lovely red stain on her arm. She doesn’t shy away from the organs, they don’t frighten her, not a bit, in fact, they are warm and…
They feel kind against her skin. They feel like company.
She spots him through the air. A pale blur. An almost sob catches in her throat, and she knows exactly where she is headed.
He doesn’t acknowledge her until she steps really close, right in front of him. He’s busy, so relentless and determined in his pale pink t-shirt, soaked at the hem. But his eyes are sad, sadness in them could fill up an entire sea. There’s a rusty bucket at his knees, full of warm blood-crying human organs. He takes them one by one, his touch is firm, but he makes sure not to damage soft tissue with his long fingers. Another cord hums and sways with the new weight as he ties one more piece — a heart.
It makes her wonder what his looks like, so she steals two hungry glances at his chest. And he seems to understand immediately, because he now dons a smile that is nothing but tender and condescending. Like he knows she cannot help it, he cannot deny her that. Possibly, he knew all along she might ask that of him.
So he buries his forearm in the bucket, fumbling, until it emerges back, a knife in hand.
She doesn’t — cannot — look away as he paints a slitted cross on his chest, epithelium separates easily, but he has to dig his fingers in and pry the muscle tissue apart from the bone. The sound is wet, something ceremonial about it.
There’s so much blood pouring from him, her mouth begins to salivate, because these thick ribbons running down his torso look like syrup. When the white of his ribs finally shows, her fingers twitch. She wants to pick at it. But she is shy, she stops herself. Hesitating, whether this strange delicate toy is truly meant for her. His gaze is nothing but encouragement. Go for it, it says, have at it, feast.
So she does.
She starts scouring it with her nails. Before long, small pieces fall off, his rib crumbles with soft sounds like a dry old candle would. She brings her other hand up and attacks savagely, with new force.
God help him, but she looks so happy, and it’s the only thing he can think about as his body is unmade. She’s finally there, his black heart is beating tentatively, open for display. So she leans in, unable to resist the urge to have a sniff at his pulse.
It smells like pomegranate juice laced with rust. It will undoubtedly contaminate her from within. She suddenly knows that. So she leans in... and inhales again.
And maybe, just maybe, this is where his sadness comes from. So she growls and yanks the heart from his chest, leaving a hollow. And he doesn’t scream, he almost laughs but somehow the emotion is even more soaked with sorrow.
She bites her lips, thinking, searching. After a minute, when his heart is secured in his palm, she turns for one of the hanging. Plump and glistering, it now is free, and she stuffs it in the raw cavity of his chest, her eyes pleading, whispering. Try this one. Please.
Let this one suit you.
But he only purses his lips and shakes his head.
Panic rises in her guts. She darts to the bucket taking out another — this one enlarged, uglied with ventricular hypertrophy. There’s barely enough room for it behind the rotten remains of his sternum.
Tears stream down her cheeks. Please fit. Please take it. Let me fix you.
No. It won’t stay. Her small palms cannot keep it in his chest.
The tears come harder now. In the end, he offers her the only thing he can give to console her — the black one, now frozen and crystallized, still bleeding dark red ink in his palm. She accepts it.
A rusty pomegranate slushy.
It's May 10th!!! Bonkamily Wake Up My Loves👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
🖤🖤🖤

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We all know what would’ve happened if he’d stayed a little longer. He really was halfway there with that sad family story and ‘I’m cooking you dinner’.
Happy anniversary to bonkai 🖤♥️🖤
bonkai had the potential to be the canon freak4freak ship of my dreams :(
at least they have some fanfic where they are complete weirdos (affectionate)
Yes!
Bonnie: Nine Inch Nails? Seriously?
Kai: What can I say? Pretty Hate Machine speaks to me. *smirks*
Bonnie: You’re so old.
Kai: Maybe - but I also happen to be lucky enough to be speaking to a Pretty Hate Machine in the flesh.
Bonnie: Excuse me?
Kai: All that bottled-up rage, the glaring, the threats of bodily harm? *gestures vaguely at her* Pretty. Hate. Machine.
Bonnie: That is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.
Kai: Yeah, but you’re thinking about it. *wiggles his eyebrows*
Bonnie: *rolls her eyes* I hate you.
Kai: See? Machine-like consistency.
i think about this every day of my waking life
And I’m thinking
Has he read ‘this is bloody business’ by @thefudge?

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It's not meant to be fun. It's real and it's serious. And you must understand it before you practice it. THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, ‘Haunted’
She never got to the fun part 😭😭😭
And this baby definitely deserves some fun in her life
bonkai au: Bonnie searches through the caves of the Armory, where a monster lurks. However she gets lost and Kai is the one to find her…
[Image Description: Tag reading "love language: murder"]
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yes, you did.
Okay, how do I stop watching this???
Because really “make me scream your screams” - what can be more Bonnie and Kai?
Also made me wonder about that time when she burnt some dude’s hands on the rave. It kinda resembles what Kai does when siphoning.
A huge shoutout to the person who made this 🫶

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His name is something you can breathe
Bonnie looks at Matt and her guts swirl in horror. Something, someone is choking him.
It smells like magic. It smells like him.
Kai. Realization rushes into her just as the last of air rushes out. She cannot breathe. She feels heavy.
Thump.
Eyelashes flickering. Wet wrists. Blood.
***
His name is something you can breathe. In and out.
Kai.
Kai.
Kai.
The boy with a splinter from the devil’s mirror.
He runs his fingers, caressing her cheek. Shh..