#corruptionofheart

MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU, THIS WAS SUPER CUTE AND JUST NNNN, MERRY CHRISTMAS, OK, i miss you and love you tons and i hope you’ve been well !!

He... really didn't expect that.

He really didn't.

The smaller voice that came with the appearance of the albino. Those white strands framing perfect face that he knew so well. Too well. The same face that he saw so many nights in his dreams. The scent that brought that pleasant nostalgia eating at his heart and the dragon found himself speechless. He was at lost for words for that single moment, thoughts running through his mind but nothing could come out from his lips. He had so many thing, so many things to tell him.

Yet, nothing came out.

Extended digits that came to his own were willingly caught in his stronger ones, clasping gently but firmly, not afraid but still tender in its care and touch where without a word, he pulled the younger male into his hold, burying his face into the smaller shoulder despite him being the shorter one. Like he cared.

                                                    I miss you...

                            I didn't think you'd be here...

             I didn't think you'd wait for me...

                                                         Why would you wait for someone like me?

                                      I'm nothing...

       I'll just leave again...

                                                                      I'll hurt you again...

Words, more and more words and questions poured in his mind but all that could be heard was the sound of him tightening his embrace around the white haired male, squeezing him tightly. Desperately. He yearned for him, he longed and missed him days and nights. But he couldn't say that. He wasn't allowed to.

But this is the best Christmas present he could ever asked for.

              Adam...

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       at this point, he doesn’t even realize       the atrocities he has just committed.        he had been feeling faint all day—        the demon inside of him had been       trying to make it’s way to the surface       of his being. it was subtle, at first,        in ways that adam didn’t even realize.       an occasional finger twitch, blinking       a few times in rapid succession.. but       the actions escalated, as they always did.       soon enough his arms were moving on his        own, grabbing at random objects, at random       people. a fire was raging inside of his throat,        his entire chest was heaving. he had to keep       aderan under control. he had to.       an hour passed, and he didn’t even realize.        one minute he was walking through the        streets of a small village, the next, he was       knelt over, covered in blood. was it his?        no. it didn’t have the same scent— it wasn’t       tainted with the sins of his past.        this blood was much too innocent. and when       he looked over to where the source of the       puddle began, he was absolutely horrified. 

       there she lay, a woman no older than twenty,        with his sword plunged through her stomach.        she was cold. she was lifeless. she had been       there for almost an entire hour and it had been       his fault that he let the demon out. he should       of been stronger, he should of learned to have       more control, he should of died instead of his sister.        he’s much like a wounded deer, at this point—       slowly making his way over to her body.        poking it. nudging her. he wants her to        wake up, but he knows inside himself that       it’s far too late to do anything to help her.       he lets out a wail, a scream, a cry—he can’t      do this anymore. he can’t figure out why it      is that he couldn’t just be born normal. the      fire in his throat returns, but the demon       is not attempting to rouse itself from inside      of adam. no, there’s a fire in his throat       because he’s sobbing and yelling, because      he just wants to go home. he just wants to      be with his sister again, but the demon wouldn’t      even allow adam to end his suffering.       only a few words leave his mouth. 

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          your name is adam. slated by kindness, overwhelmed by veracity, a candor that tastes like bittersweet candy on your tongue polluted by accuracy, by actuality. you are daunted in existence by familiar bubblegum laughter on the tip of a familiar tongue, not your own, of course — laughter is reserved for days of better treatment. condoned are your actions by little, such martyr culture that little you understand, a selective following that remains by your side despite other temptations. are you glad they stay? afraid of them leaving? with integrity, you suppose, you want them to stay but you know. proof of abandonment surfaces with KAGERU’s formations of memories where you think your last happiness melted. the contentment felt here something for fabrication’s sake — right?