"I owe you nothing, and you are nothing to me." || bock (GIMME ANGST)
Baron took a long swig from his drink. It was his own fault. Maybe he was silly to try to emotionally there for lock. While Baron would usually take out his crossbow or tell the person in question to fuck off. He couldn’t with Lock.
Lock was someone who meant the world and back to Baron. Maybe the ghoul didn’t realize it, but he was more open with him. Even then with his friends Markl and Mal. There were times Baron, opened his heart to the other. Let him stay in his house. Let Lock do what he needed to do to gather his bearings.
Baron never wanted anything- just Lock’s love. But he guessed he wasn’t deserving of that. Baron finally spoke.
“You’re right.” the hunter replied, hiding the hurt in his voice. “You don’t owe me anything.” Baron bit his lip. “But don’t think of what I’m asking for as a favor.” He sighed.
“Whoever you meet, whoever might mean something to you. Don’t take them for granted.” He closed his eyes. “It’s not even about us.It’s just....” He let one tear stream down his face. “In an instant, you can lose everything. All it took was one night. And now......” There was a sneer. “I am nothing. I’m just a damn recluse surviving.” Baron sighed, he was getting mad.
“I wish I had the life you had, seeing people as nothing but pleasure. To have no damn attachments to anyone.” He sighed. “But if I did, I might get killed.” He shook his head. “Would you believe it, the people taking me in just shooting an arrow in my chest, burying me in an unmarked grave.” He sighed. Baron didn’t notice the small lock of concern on Lock’s face.
“I said too much. I am nothing to you after all.” He sighed. “I’m going to take a shower.” He looked at him. “You can stay here or leave I really don’t care.”
The minute he was away, the tears started to stream down his face.