#dustfought

she brings him a box. but its JUST the box. all the packets are EMPTY

               tired. irritated. he has work to do & this leech is just as bothersome as the children cinder tricked into coming here. he wastes no time in grasping her ankle & tugging her off. discarded like trash. 

               pop of gum as she feels a gentle weight atop her head, peering up from her scroll. no sooner is an ear bud removed to pay mind to her teammate & then she reaches to remove… a rubber duck ?  she eyes him again & then the duck once more, squeezing it to earn a soft squeak. 

i accidently pressed shuffle a while ago and ffucking dont trust me turned on and cece immediately woke up and decided she needs. NEEDS to fight mercury

the greatest thing is just to love and be loved in return / accepting / @dustfought

       you hadn’t done your job, hadn’t kept your promises. promise to stay, to be by her side, promise not to leave her alone. but here you were, breaking every one of them. blood is pouring from side, wound too heavy to garner help for. you know this will be your final resting place. not that it surprised you. you knew beacon would be your final resting place, you’d always known.

       when she’d found you, you had hoped perhaps you could play it off, have her leave so she didn’t have to watch you pass. but as she begins to cry, tears hitting your face as foreheads press together with shaky hands touching your skin, you know she’ll be here to watch the light leave your eyes. it causes heart to clench. one of your own hands reaches up to rest over hers. you don’t notice the blood staining your skin or the way it rubs off on her hand.

       lips part to try and tell her to leave once more. but instead, breath is caught in throat. her words catch you off guard. no, no no no. this wasn’t how things should be going. how things should have gone.

       swallowing, trying to help the dryness of throat, you weakly squeeze at her hand. ‘  mammom, i  —  ’ but you’re interrupted as you cough up blood, coffee irises wide as you watch as it splatters over once clean suit. pain wracks your body from the cough, from the pain in your side. it’s all you can do to stay conscious and even that is starting to wane on you.

       mouth opens again. you need to tell her, need to let her know what’s always been on the tip of tongue when you’re with her. but again you cough. this one is worse. more blood comes out. thicker, darker. vision is blurry and you realize that time is running out quicker than you wanted. panic begins to well, the words wanting to leave. instead, quick breathes are given, wheezes in place of words. more coughing, more blood. and finally, silence as body slumps against ground.

       even as you lay there dying you’re unable to speak what you’ve always known. as eyelids grow heavy, as her sobs grow distance, you finally let death take you.

sometimes i look in my likes and see this and think abt it for abt 5 minutes then go back to what i was doing. i needed you to know this

               & in his current state, he hadn’t noticed the other until he fell back with a grunt. an apology spills from lips.