#deathscorned

--You said ‘come here big boy’, so i came.

Gimme

He winks at Jesse, even going as far as bringing his hand to his mouth and blowing a kiss in his direction. “What’s wrong, papi?”

Theres a high pitched confused whine as Reaper calls him that again. The cowboy doesn’t know what to do as he continues to embarrass him. His cheeks now red from the embarrassment as his body is frozen from what he could only think of as shock...

;)

If that makes you feel better then go ahead ;)

          some would define this as a victory ,  but the crescendo of skin splicing  &&  flesh ripping only echoed from inside of her sung otherwise .  this was a loss .

          a plan gone years in the making ,  an effort made to save the world ,  ( their organization , )  from the looming threat of death incarnate ,  a man made of shadow who loathed the very existence of HER friends  &&  newfound family .  a tragedy from the beginning ,  there was hope for this to end all in peace ,  but the light won .  their plan was simple ,  snuffing out the darkness from the inside with nano technology .  grenades that would harm the senses ,  causing him to be disoriented and lacking the concentration to shift  &&  transform with the use of his own nanomachines .  this gave them enough time to proceed into the next step ;  a disrupter built into bullets .  ( a familiar tool to rot omnics from the inside out ,  tragedy for the man rebuilt through nanites . )  a few bullets ,  he would grow weak .

          weak he did .  he screamed in agony  &&  collapsed before them .  ( gladly ,  she wasn`t there to see . )

          however ,  she was there for his return .  almost brought upon a cross ;  his hands bound ,  his legs bound ,  &&  his mask a token of war .  the disciples grief struck through her as well ,  but moreso .  she SHATTERED at the very sight ,  her insides torn apart as she felt solidified ,  her veins cold as ice ,  her heart almost stopping in that very moment .  he was presented as victory to overwatch ,  some cheered within nativity ,  ( they didn`t know who he was , )  while those who knew lingered in silence .  somber ,  but they knew the victory this brought .  yet …  all she felt was loss .  it made her want to chase after the body they dragged to a cell ,  for him to rot peacefully within ,  but she held herself .

          she did run at the end of the day ,  she ran to him .

          her boots stomped against the ground ,  she turned corners in a flash ,  she slipped  &&  fell on her own tears that stung in the corners of her eyes .  ( she wanted to call for him ,  but her voice faltered . )  before she could even arrive at his holding cell ,  she was far from presentable ;  tears staining her cheeks ,  clothes askew  &&  hair falling out of her signature bun so haphazardly .  she was out of breath ,  panting .  the one who guarded his cell ,  who watched intently ,  was an old friend .  the scientist who towered over her  &&  brought her here  in the first place .  winston didn`t speak ,  he did make the connection ,  however .

          he watched as she collapsed against the metallic door ,  the window completely damage proof ,  his cell guarded with alarms  &&  various locks .  ( a menace ,  as others called him ,  required high security . )  she sobbed against the glass ,  his disfigured form uncontrollably transforming into mist  &&  back .  the binding of his hands slipped off long ago ,  but he was dying .  there was no possibility of him escaping a darkened cell as his final resting place .  a sob latched in her chest ,  she couldn`t speak  &&  only turned her gaze to winsto.n .  a plea in her eyes .  please .

          her old friend nodded ,  opening the cell door for her to enter .

          she tumbled in ,  tripping over her own two feet as she collapsed beside him .  wherever she grasped ,  he faded into mist .  she couldn`t hold him ,  no matter how hard she tried .  the color from his skin faded moreso ,  the daunting look in his eyes softened to a somber look .  he could see it was her ,  but could only just reach out to her .  weakened ,  his hands found her face .  ( the familiar scrape of talons against her skin ,  gentle but so present in their grasp . )  he cupped her features so gently  &&  she FINALLY broke .  she sobbed against his mystified form ,  slipping into the fog and only to be pushed back out again as he struggled to maintain his form .

         ❛ i - i`m so sorry .. ❜    her voice crackled ,  eyes drowning with her own tears .   ❛ i …  i could have warned you ,  i - i could have saved you . ❜    yet ,  they both knew she couldn`t .  she was so vastly intelligent ,  but this was a secret from her .  she was never told of his plan ,  she was aloof to the assassination of her lover .   ❛ i - i can`t lose another one ..  i`m ..  i - i`m so tired of losing everyone i love . ❜    her words fell into a whisper ,  the frigidity of ice forming in her joints .  her heartbeat slowed ,  she would rather drop dead than lose another .  her brows furrowed ,  sobs spilling freely now .  ( maybe if she cried harder ,  she could grant him rebirth ? )  despite her tears being not being as magical as she hoped ,  he pushed himself up  &&  towards her .

          the last bit of strength within his dying moments ,  all to console her .

          he pressed their foreheads together ,  gaze so soft upon her .  he didn`t speak ,  ( she didn`t want him to in fear of crying more herself . )  his familiar talons motioned against her cheek ,  coaxing her face from burrowing against him .  he wanted to look at her ,  &&  as he did ,  he smiled .  ( faintly ,  but she felt its glow . )    ❛ mi reina ,  please ,  don`t cry for me . ❜    this wasn`t the first time he said this to her ,  but it would be the last .    ❛ you`re too beautiful to cry . ❜    he cooed ,  but fell into a fit of coughs ,  choking on his own decay .

          she scrambled to grasp him ,  fingertips clutching at his cheekbones as she cupped his fading jaw .  the tears only flowed ten - fold ,  a storm laced within earthen hues .  a hurricane passing over - head ,  bringing destruction in her tear - stain clothes  &&  flooding at the corners of her eyes .  she sobbed .    ❛ i - i .. can`t ..  i can`t l - lose you ,  please . ❜    dear god ,  whoever reigned above ,  hear her pleas .    ❛ i - i don`t know if i can go on .. ❜    a pity ,  these earthen hues so previously filled with light has seen more than enough death  &&  destruction for two lifetimes .

          the kindest were always the ones to suffer the most .

          he almost laughed ,  a sullen rumble in his chest as he pulled her closer .   ❛ si se puede ..  you have to . ❜    the world needed her ,  more than it needed him .  a silence fell upon them again ,  only to be broken by a fit of coughing  &&  faint laughter .  ( who knew the man who held his crown over death would finally be met with his own reaper . )  he fell against her ,  her arms struggling to keep him up before letting him collapse onto her lap ,  his head against the plush of her thighs .  ( his final resting place ,  his grave ,  held within the arms of his beloved . )   ❛ the world is worth fighting for ,  right .. ? ❜    he reminded her ,  but she shook her head .

         ❛ no ..  n - not without you . ❜    a last plead ,  ( no lord would save her now . )

          his hand fell from her face ,  landing against his gut as his own light ,  ( dim ,  but she held onto the feeling so tight even has it faded from her GRASP , )  flickered away with one last ,  fleeting ,  statement .

         ❛ i love you . ❜

          three thirty - five am ,  the reaper was pronounced death with mei-ling and  winston as witnesses .

          she clung to him  &&  sobbed against the leather of his coat ,  throat clenched with sorrow .  this time marks the wake in which the hurricane left .  flooding still remained while a somber silence thickened the air .  winston did not speak a word ,  but instead waited patiently at the cell door as she sobbed .  ( come back to me ,  her final plea to whoever could hear .  please . )  yet such prayers were fruitless .

HE EXPECTS DEFIANCE. IT’S WOVEN TIGHTLY into Reaper’s being, after all, that attitude that manifests itself in both endearing and infuriating ways. This would have been the latter, no doubt, and it is fully what the larger man anticipated from this confrontation. However, his assumptions are proven wrong rather quickly when Reaper breaks eye contact, when he can’t seem to find the words to say. He can’t say he’s ever seen the wraith like this.

Part of him wonders if it isn’t an act. Perhaps it’s his own skepticism, his general distrust of everyone and everything that has him questioning the other man’s sincerity, but it’s all he knows to do; it’s how he’s navigated through his life, always wary, always questioning. Reaper hasn’t earned his full trust yet ( if there is such a thing to be earned ), so his wariness is simply natural. Still, he finds his fury subsiding like a flame slowly being deprived of oxygen as those hands wrap around his wrists. Their hold is loose and no effort is made to pry Akande’s hands from the wraith, and the resignation in it all feels genuine indeed.

Attention. He thinks back, analyzing their time spent together for a sign of negligence on his part. He has never been one to depend upon the company of another to find relaxation or happiness, so he isn’t sure how much attention Reaper has apparently been expecting to get. He doesn’t understand, can’t seem to wrap his mind around the idea of their time together being too sparse. The time he’s spent with Reaper amounts to more than he’s spent with any past lover, yet it’s not enough?

What comes next has the disdain in his features morphing into something more along the lines of confusion and perhaps a trace of disbelief. More doubt creeps in. He has noticed the gradual shift in the way they interact, the way they spend more and more time just being together without having sex, the way they bring out smiles in each other that no one else does. Perhaps this is all partly his fault for consciously ignoring what sits at the core of everything - affection, real and deep but far too foreign for him to accept it so easily. He has never felt this way before, and even now, his mind scrambles to lock that feeling deep inside himself.

Still... Still. This hardly seems like the right way to handle such things. In fact, it’s one way to drive Akande away, the shameless flirting with those who are not him. He cannot count the amount of times he’s been explicit about Reaper belonging to him; he only knows he has most certainly made it clear and that this is nothing short of a violation of the trust he’s put into his lover. And all for what?

It’s then that his mind finished piecing the puzzle together, and his realization shows only in the quick twitch of a brow, the way his jaw works. A moment of silence follows. “You are a fool.” His tone is controlled but harsh, firm in all the ways it takes to show he’s serious. “Surely you’re aware that I find no affection in your attempts to make me jealous. This is no show of affection, these are the actions of an insecure man so desperate to feel wanted that he tries to manipulate another man.”

His gaze is strong, commanding, almost daring Reaper to look away. He gives his words time to sink in, watches to see how the wraith processes them. He wants him acutely aware of what he’s done, and he wants to see every shift in his expression as he processes it all. But he doesn’t let him suffer for too long.