@amestrian-rain asked:
💣 (with Hughes)
[accepting so long as this works - here's the source for reblogging.]
King didn't like to lose it around him. But the reminder of his death when they passed by the cemetery where he was typically buried in... They felt their rage crack their expression, the originally neutral discussion about cameras had turned to family, again, and King wasn't sure how to express their pain and anger about their family's death, only to feel frustration wash over them seeing the grave that usually held their living friend's dead body. Cold fury washed over them as they recalled they would never in any lifetime have the opportunity to bury their family, and they stopped dead in their tracks, eyes locked on the military burial grounds. Shoving one balled fist into their pocket, and the other angrily swiping through their black hair, King spoke.
"I just can't fucking understand people sometimes. You have every choice to fuckin' smile and exist with joy in life and you decide to fucking kill someone. To take lives that exist with the same joy and innocence. There's never a good fucking reason to kill someone, it's always a bad thing. Like-" And here we go, King's impulsive tongue speaking before they've thought. "-I hope that the fucking bastards that killed my wife and our family rots in an abysmal hellscape, since that's all they will ever deserve. [I hope they suffer something fierce and that hell tastes like burning piss laced with shards of glass poured down the throat of their soul every second of their afterlife. I hope they never learn to regret so they may never face the peace of redemption. I hope they suffer every agonizing choice for ripping them from me. I want them to suffer something awful. I hope- I hope to whatever awful god made those prophecies, by stars, I hope they were right.] ... Sorry, that got... a little much for a second."
