#polakov

“ you’re very comfortable. “ bluntly stated a white and red clown puppet, his gloved hands fidgeting with his partners scarred hand, his fingertips brushing through the purple and red bruises that he himself had made, his red bloody irises calmly looked up, from his lover’s hand to their face, who’s gaze was locked on something else, reading a book with a neutral expression, fresh bite marks adorned their skinny neck, displayed for the clown, a clown named polakov. Such a beautiful display just for him. Humans were.. So fragile. A blank canvas, for a hungry clown like him. “ thanks. “ The person replied, not even shivering from the gentle touch of their abnormal lover brushing its gloved hands across the recent bruises that he made himself, not even breaking eye contact from the book they were reading, and subtly suppressing a smirk at the feeling of polakov’s deadly eyes staring up at them in an unreadable way at them. the clown, laying its head on your lap, started to feel.. a little restless; even with the simple small talk every now and then. These, were the times where polakov deemed feeling “lonely”, or (perhaps) better: the slightest bit of need for touch, attention, and maybe even love. But its not like polakov would ever admit it, after all, the clown was still new to this.. “love”. Polakov wasn’t into just… Everything right away, not open to trying new things but not admitting that he wasn’t ready to tread into uncharted territory. Though, it’s not like a simple push and force cant help; You were the first one to make him feel like this. He still wasn’t sure how it all started, nor how it all happened. But… It was.. nice?, to feel; To be cherished. To be something more and not be doubted for the first time. But even so, it was overwhelming to feel too much of it. Polakov knew the meaning and the perspective of love, he despised the corny, and cheesy types. Preferring a more closed and reserved relationship after you’d pulled a prank on him, acting all clingy and lovey dovey for an hour. (Not too long, you still wanted to live after all.) You refused to look at your partner, continuing to read as if you were oblivious to Polakov’s jealousy spiking. The grip, in which where Polakov held your hand, tightened significantly. That crushing grip that left the skin around it white, blurring the already-prominent bruises on your hand, and spiking a chill down your spine. You were always somewhat susceptible to not reacting when in pain, but you weren’t superman. “ what’re you reading? “ the clown’s eyes shifted on to the book, its mask making it hard to even tell what expression he held. Which, honestly, was a huge relief for polakov. Also not noticing how his grip tightened once more, almost enough to make another bruise. But he has to calm down, he has to be nonchalant to be dominant. He is… the “alpha”, in your relationship, just like you said! ..Whatever that meant.

“ something. “ you responded vaguely, your expression remained neutral and empty, something polakov was used on seeing quite often. Then you swore you heard the most quiet, but irritating scoff from your lover. After all, you should be paying attention to him right now. To avoid another bruise from the clown, but you felt a little more playful than usual, and decided to tease further— They were used to the clowns rough play, after all.

“ ..Look at me. “ the clowns raspy voice echoed throughout the dirty sewers, his breath becoming almost heavy; Irritation brewing slowly inside of him. He was a pretty straight forward man; Though, more like a straight forward doll…but you get what i mean. (Right?) A short silence followed. “ mhh.. i don’t really wan’t to. “ you bluntly replied back, humming softly as a smirk grows on your face. Also bringing the book closer to your face, as to restrict polakov in seeing his beloved’s features. Which, greatly irked the clown. Jealousy was clearly showing from his sole body language from the lack of attention from his lover. Wanting their eyes on him, and him only. Even if that book was but a mere object, the doll felt.. almost.. upset? Wronged? To see an object being picked over HIM. Which totally didn’t root from something in his past. Certain words circled the clowns head; negative words. His eyes narrowing down at the book, which was covering your face completely. Almost letting out an annoyed growl escape his sharp teeth. but before he could even say anything concerning his aggression, you decided to place the book to the side, a smirk etched across their face as a snicker leaves their lips. Knowing how you’d barely dodged a bullet (and possibly a wound too deep), your heart couldn’t help but beat with a sense of thrill from the close call.

“ too harsh? “ you sang softly, your free hand running across the fine, clean but messy black locks of the clown’s hair, recieving a small hum of satisfaction from the tingly sensation by your jealous little (the opposite of what he actually is) clown and hearing a huff.

“ … Perhaps. “ polakov coldly replied, rolling over to the side, facing away from his teasing partner, who was softly chuckling at his bratty response. He may have been comfortable to get angry, but Polakov would rather not go through the weird feeling in his chest again when he admits to getting jealous over something minimal. You lean down, slightly pushing polakov’s mask away and propping a small kiss on the clowns rosy tinted cheeks. Earning a small tight squeeze on the thigh from polakov, earning a giggle from you. Polakov, even with how pathetically cruel he can be at times, he really was, incredibly cute. (A face only you could love.)

“ well, I’m sorry Polakov. I didn’t mean to rile you up like that. “ you mumbled out, even though you were clearly lying. They did mean to rile him up like that. You knew it ruffled up his feathers, maybe even disliked it for reals, but it was fine, wasn’t it? Because Polakov could never be too angry towards you.

“ .. mh. “ the clown grumbled back, still upset at them, but he couldn’t stay mad at his partner for too long. He couldn’t, really.