#˖ ᱙ ׁ . ♡ thread : minwoo

[dollieour]

“ shh, shh, ” murmuró el demonio suavemente, sus ojos oscuros, salpicados de tonos rojizos, recorriendo cada contorno del rostro del otro mientras sus dedos apartaban con delicadeza los mechones de cabello sueltos. aunque él estaba allí, minwoo no era el único demonio que permanecía en las sombras. su padre, el mismo satanás, enviaba criaturas para acechar en la oscuridad y atormentar al humano en sus sueños. sin embargo, minwoo se mantenía despierto cada noche, protegiendo a su adorado humano de esas entidades malévolas. sabía que desafiar a su padre conllevaba un gran peligro, pero verlo a su lado, reposando en un sueño pacífico, hacía que cada riesgo valiera la pena.

“ vuelve a dormir. todavía es tarde. ” continuó, su voz un susurro tranquilizador mientras sus dedos se deslizaban con ternura a lo largo de la línea de la mandíbula del otro.

[dollieour]

" hmm,   i   think   your   stomach   doesn't   agree. "   minwoo   remarked   as   he   moved   with   a   sinuous   grace.   he   walked   around   the   room   like   a   curious   predator,   his   eyes   alight   with   a   mischievous   glint.   " you   can   drink   from   me.   it's   not   like   you're   going   to   kill   me . . .   in   any   case,   i'd   kill   you   first. "   he   teased   as   he   approached   the   bed,   tracing   one   of   his   sharp   claws   along   the   walls,   leaving   marks   in   their   wake. " yongsun . . .   you   shouldn't   torture   yourself   like   this   just   for   being   you, "   he   understood   the   torment   that   gnawed   at   yongsun's   soul,   the   eternal   struggle   between   instinct   and   morality,   hunger   and   humanity.   " we   are   beasts,   and   humans   are   our   food . . .   why   should   you   feel   shame   for   simply   obeying   the   laws   of   our   existence ?   this   is   how   we   were   created,   it's   our   nature. " " but   if   i   were   you, "   he   continued,   settling   himself   at   the   foot   of   the   bed.   minwoo   reclined   slightly,   his   black   robes   cascading   around   him   like   a   cloak   of   shadows.   he   allowed   his   robe   to   slip   from   his   shoulder,   revealing   the   smooth   expanse   of   his   pale   skin   beneath.   " and   if   i   had   the   opportunity   to   drink   from   a   demon   willing   to   give   me   his   blood,   i   would   accept. "  

He closed his eyes for a moment as he felt the grip of the hand, feeling a little better to spend just a little more time with him. Yeah, he was hungry, the other was right. Even more so, he was starving. He could eat a whole cow right now... Or a couple of huma--- No! He had to stop thinking about it. It was rather hypocritical, Yongsun knew. It wasn't like he hadn't killed quite a bit of people already. He hated himself even more for it. Why did he have to become like this? Death would have been a better option. "Good." He responded to the comment. It was a punishment he inflicted upon himself. If he locked himself and lay here for a little longer maybe he won't have enough energy to get up again and kill more people at least.

Yongsun opened his eyes again slightly again, partly because of the sudden absence of the hand he was holding, partly out of curiosity of what Minwoo meant with his words. They widened when he saw him by the window. It was the first time seeing him like that ever since he came here. Minwoo showed himself to him. It wasn't something Yongsun even thought of before. The other could do whatever he wanted to and that was fine to him. But, maybe, it was rather nice knowing Minwoo was comfortable enough for that...

But the second he suggested drinking from him, Yongsun immediately curled up into a ball, burying his face into the pillow he was hugging up until now. "No! No, no, no. I can't do that, I shouldn't do that." Despite how weak his voice was turning, the no was firm. He started repeating what he said quietly, muffled by the pillow to the point where it could be barely heard. Right then his stomach made a sound as if to protest, a sudden ache pierced through it. Shit. What a timing, right? Just couldn't keep it in for a little longer.

[dollieour]

" we both know where this is going, and it’s hard to pretend we’re just friends. "

[dollieour]

" i'll   take   care   of   her   now,   thank   you. "   minwoo's   voice   was   firm,   cutting   through   the   concerned   chatter   of   his   bodyguards.   with   a   nod,   he   sent   them   away,   their   presence   no   longer   needed.   he   wrapped   his   arm   around   her,      as   they   made   their   way   to   the   bathroom   attached   to   the   main   room. inside   the   bathroom,   minwoo   placed   her   in   front   of   the   toilet,   lifting   the   lid   with   one   hand   while   keeping   her   steady   with   the   other. his   eyes,   dark   and   weary,   observed   her   with   a   mix   of   exasperation   and   resignation.   it   was   a   scene   all   too   familiar. his   night   had   been   interrupted   by   the   ringing   of   his   phone   at   four   in   the   morning.   he   had   groaned,   reluctant   to   leave   the   warmth   of   his   bed,   but   the   urgency   in   the   bodyguard's   voice   had   left   him   no   choice.   it   was   the   same   story,   again   and   again.   he   knew   that   if   anyone   saw   her   in   such   a   state,   it   was   better   for   her   to   be   seen   leaving   with   him.   the   press   would   spin   it   as   another   glamorous   night   out   with   her   husband,   maintaining   the   illusion   of   their   "perfect"   marriage. minwoo   sighed   deeply,   the   sound   echoing   in   the   marble   bathroom.   he   sat   down   on   the   bathtub's   edge,   rubbing   his   temples.   " . . . how   long   are   you   going   to   keep   this   up ?   can't   you   see   that   it's   getting   worse ? "   his   voice,   though   soft,   denoted frustration.

[dollieour]

❛ would   you   sit   still  ?   you're   gonna   get   an   infection   if   you   don't   let   me   clean   this   up. ❜

[dollieour]

minwoo    couldn't    recall    how    he    had    ended    up    here,    entangled    in    this    chaotic    mess    he    had    vowed    to    avoid.    he    had    sworn    to    himself    that    he    wouldn't    get    involved    with    icarius    if    arnvid    was    in    the    picture.    sharing    icarius    with    anyone    else    was    unthinkable,    yet    his    love    for    him    had    been    so    overpowering    that    he    had    finally    relented.    better    to    share    than    to    lose    completely.    but    reality    had    unraveled    differently    than    he    had    hoped.    deep    down,    he    had    always    known    it    would    come    to    this :    constant    fights    and    insults.    now,    he    had    no    idea    how    to    stop    the    downward    spiral. his    face    was    burning,    his lip split and bleeding as was his nose.    still,    minwoo    kept    fighting,    returning    as    many    blows    as    he    received,    his    ears    ringing,    his    control    slipping.    " you . . . motherfucker — "    minwoo    gathered    his    strength    and,    with    a    swift,    brutal    movement,    had    arnvid    pinned    beneath    him.    his    legs    straddled    arnvid’s    sides,    immobilizing    him,    and    he    punched    him    hard    on    the    right    cheek    while    gripping    the    collar    of    his    shirt,    ready    to    attack    again. then    he    heard    it ⸻    icarius’s    voice,    distant    yet    piercing    through    the    chaos.    minwoo    turned    his    face    towards    him and    took    in    the    chaos    they    had    wrought.    he    let    go    of    arnvid    and    slumped    to    the    floor,    leaning    his    aching    back    against    the    wall.    his    heart    pounded    frantically,    and    his    breath    came    in    ragged,    irregular    gasps,    while    a    shrill    ringed    in    his    ears.    " fuck . . . "    he    groaned,    wincing    as    he    looked    across    the    room    at    icarius. " i    told    you . . . "    minwoo’s    voice    was    weak    and    trembling.    " i    told    you    none    of    this    shit    would    work. "    tears    filled    his    eyes,    the    physical    pain    seemed intolerable but    it    was    agonizing    to    see    icarius    suffering,    caught    in    the    middle    of    people    who    did    nothing    but    tear    each    other    apart.

@dollieour

it had always been pretty hard to wrap your brain around how the three of them had ended up together like this. especially with how much arnvid and minwoo had fought one another over who had got to date icarius , like he was some sort of prize of be won at the end of all of this which he obviously didn't really appreciate as he loved the both of them equally in his own heart and only wished that the both of them had gotten along with each other even if temporarily so that he could enjoy his free time alone with the two people he loved more than anything in this world but there was no way that someone like arnvid would ever back down from a fight like that as he knew deep in his heart that he truly did love the latter but there was still no way that he would ever back down from a fight like that either and unlike in the past where they were meant to come into blows with one another before icarius would come in between the both of them and break things off for the moment or another person would if things would ever get too intense for the god-being only this time though things had gotten way worse than it had before as in one minute they were all resting in bed , getting ready for a cozy evening in and then the next things would divulge into utter chaos between the three of them as someone had something nasty about the other in the heat of the moment and there was no else around to stop this fight from further escalating up until it was just too late as everything had just become one big blur for them as tears began to slowly stream down his face as he watched in horror as the two people he loved more than anything in this cruel , cruel world had come to blows in an almost gory mess of blood & tears and he wasn't entirely sure what would even cause the two of them to stop fighting once and for all as it all just felt so very hopeless for icarius with arnvid on the other hand not even thinking straight in the moment as his heart was pumping full of blood as he landed blow by blow on the other male only seeing red in his eyes as the both of them hadn't even notice their beloved being a weeping mess in the corner of the room as he clutched onto his chest for dear life before their words rang out without warning. “ stop ! just please stop i love you both so very much. ”

[dollieour]

" you're making a big deal out of nothing. i'll be fine. "

[dollieour]

with   a   deep   exhale,   minwoo   set   his   book   aside,   his   curiosity   piqued.   he   approached   moonbin   slowly,   closing   the   distance   betwen   them.   " moonbin, "   he   began,   his   voice   laced   with   a   hint   of   curiosity.   " wanna   be   more   specific ? "   his   gaze   focoused   on   the   other's   as   he   tilted   his   head   to   the   side.   " to   me,   they're   pretty   . . .   ordinary. maybe you're just jealous. "     

"what do you mean? i’ve always been okay with you dating other people. for some reason, this time just feels different." moonbin shrugs his shoulders at the other. "something just feels off about them." he says gently. //@dollieour

[dollieour]

minwoo    jugaba    con    el    cabello    de    luan    mientras    lo    escuchaba,    cada    palabra    que    salía    de    sus    labios    resonaba    con    una    dulzura    tierna    y    cálida    que    le    resultaba    extraña,    casi    irreal.    después    de    años    de    soportar    las    palabras    ásperas    y    crueles    de    su    padre,    recibir    algo    tan    amable    era    como    sentir    la    caricia    del    sol    tras    un    invierno    crudo e interminable.    asintió    con    una    sonrisa    apenas    perceptible,    sus    ojos    fijos    en    los    de    luan.    " lo    sé, lu. "    respondió,    su    voz    suave,    casi    un    susurro.

aunque    minwoo    no    sabía    si    luan    realmente    podría    protegerlo    de    todo,    especialmente    en    un    mundo    donde    las    reglas    eran    tan    distintas    a    las    de    los    humanos.    la    amenaza    de    su    padre    siempre    estaba    presente,    dispuesto    a    planear    cualquier    cosa    para    vengarse    de    la    traición    de    su    hijo.    sin    embargo,    había    algo    reconfortante    en    la    idea    de    que,    al    menos    en    ese    momento,    en    aquella    habitación,    estaban    a    salvo.    

el    demonio    echó    un    último    vistazo    a    su    obra    resplandeciente    en    el    techo    antes    de    volver    su    atención    a    luan.    " solo    es    un    truquito    que    aprendí    de    niño. "    dijo,    encogiéndose    de    hombros    y    esbozando    una    sonrisa    como    si    aquel    hechizo    no    le    hubiese    tomado    tiempo    ni    esfuerzo    dominar.    minwoo    dejó    que    luan    guiara    su    mano    hasta    su    pecho,    sus    ojos    nunca    apartándose    de    él.    podía    sentir    el    latido    acelerado    contra    la    palma    de    su    mano,    y    aquello    le    arrancó    una    sonrisa.    dos    pequeños    colmillos    asomaron    de    su    boca    y    los    matices    rojizos    de    sus    ojos    parecieron    brillar    levemente    en    la    penumbra.    

" vaya, "    murmuró    con    un    canturreo    juguetón,    tomando    la    muñeca    de    luan    con    firmeza    pero    con    delicadeza.    en    un    movimiento    rápido,    presionó    la    mano    contra    la    almohada,    justo    al    lado    del    rostro    del    humano,    y    luego    inclinó    su    cabeza,    dejando    que    su    cabello    negro    cayera    sobre    su    frente.    " ¿ y    todo    esto    solo    por    mí ? "    preguntó,    sus    labios    curvándose    en    una    sonrisa    traviesa.    " debo    admitir    que    me    siento    halagado, "    continuó,    acercándose    para    depositar    un    besito    sobre    los    labios    de    luan.    " tu    corazón    está    tan    frenético    que    podría    salirse    de    tu    pecho . . . "    susurró,    y    lo    besó    de    nuevo,    esta    vez    más    largo,    más    profundo,    su    lengua    delimitando    su    labio    inferior. " debes    calmarte    si    quieres    volver    a    dormir,    luan. "    añadió,    alejándose    de    manera    repentina,    dejando    al    humano    con    el    corazón    desenfrenado.    minwoo    era    un    demonio    travieso,    y    nada    podría    cambiar    su    naturaleza.

las noches siempre habían sido difíciles. se había vuelto una costumbre (muy bonita) buscar los brazos de minwoo durante los sueños. no sabía con certeza qué hacía para ahuyentar su telaraña de malos pensamientos. solo podía hablar de lo que sentía cada vez que lo sentía cerca; y era un cosquilleo y una calidez tan abrasadora que no dejaban cabida para lo negativo. así fue en esta ocasión: una vez despierto, cerciorándose de que pelinegro lo sostenía y dedicaba ojos suaves sobre él, toda tensión fue disipándose lenta y paulatinamente. músculos cediendo y el sobrepeso de los hombros dejándole respirar. al fin.

‘ no lo sé, a veces imagino los peores escenarios—pero estás aquí. conmigo. ’ musita, percibiendo entre sus líneas algo que podría acongojar a su adverso. por inercia, o un impulso que le apretuja el pecho, se ve a sí mismo rodeando su cuerpito con fuerzas. lo abraza cuidadosamente y escudriña con ojos suaves todo su semblante. lindo, afilado, salvaje, todo a partes iguales. minwoo es precioso... y lo ha dejado todo por él. ‘ tus brazos son mi hogar, minwoo... y sabes que los míos siempre serán el tuyo, ¿verdad? estaré siempre aquí, y te cuidaré tanto como tú cuidas de mi. te lo prometo. ’ por más absurdo que sonara. luan era capaz de entregar el corazóncito, el alma, lo que estuviera a su alcance, y hasta lo que no, mientras esto le asegurara su bienestar. era lo más bonito y lo más estable que había llegado a su vida. ya no se imaginaba lejos de él. no podía concebir un mundo donde no estuviera junto a él.

dejándose embriagar por el sosiego y la tranquilidad de su voz, pecoso se desentiende de las sombras que lo aquejaron. intenta traspasar esa oscuridad y detallarlo mejor, y ahí es cuando ocurre. el tenue destello que nace entre los dos lo sorprende y fascina. presenció el sutil danzar del aro de luz, siguiendo su recorrido en silencio. la mirada prácticamente se le iluminó cuando la colorida estela se extendió como un manto en la habitación, regalándoles un resquicio pequeñísimo de luz. pecoso no ha dejado de sonreír, de modo casi involuntario, inmerso en la agradable sensación que abraza su pecho. ¿cómo ha podido reemplazar la ansiedad a un sentimiento que le llena tanto, que le va curando poco a poco todos los vacíos? luan lo abraza con más fuerzas, no cabiéndole en el cuerpito todo lo que siente. todo este cariño que se ha formado entorno al demonio. ‘ es precioso... y te hacen ver muy lindo. las luces, quiero decir. ’ murmura, apenas alzando el mentón cuando siente el besito. no miente al decir que minwoo combina con la paz de sus propias luces. si en lo habitual le es difícil no prendarse de sus ojos, ahora es una tarea casi imposible. ha teñido todo de magia y luan siente que está dejándose ir en un sueño. ‘ no, no. ya las pesadillas no importan... ni siquiera puedo recordarlas, y el hacerlo sería darles más poder. mh. no queremos eso, ¿verdad? ’ sin previo aviso, luan sostuvo delicadamente mano impropia. la dirigió a su propio pecho, justo donde estaba su corazón. los palpitares retumbaban con fuerza. no era un compás tranquilo, todo lo contrario. sus latidos estaban haciéndose notar y su principal causa estaba frente a él, dedicándole su tiempo, su protección, su cariño. ‘ ¿lo escuchas? ya no está así por un mal sueño... ’

[dollieour]

without   a   word,   minwoo   firmly   intertwined   their   fingers   again.   he   could   feel   yongsun's   anguish   and   his   hunger   gnawing   at   him.   " you're   hungry   again. "   he   murmured,   his   voice   barely   above   a   whisper.   minwoo   couldn't   fully   understand   it ⸻   while   yongsun   needed   blood   to   sustain   himself,   minwoo   needed   the   energy   of   others,   never   regretting   the   lengths   he   had   to   go   to   obtain   it,   even   if   it   meant   killing.   " you   could   get   worse. "   he   added,   a   note   of   concern   creeping   into   his   tone.   in   nearly   two   centuries,   no   one   had   been   like   yongsun,   no   one   has   stayed . . .   and   now   he   felt   the   need   to   help   him. for   a   moment,   minwoo   was   silent   and   then,   his   grip   loosened   before   his   hand   slipped   away,   dissolving   into   a   column   of   black   smoke.   " . . . i   don't   usually   do   this,"   he   said,   his   voice   echoing   as   he   reappeared   by   the   window.   his   robe,   entirely   black,   was   so   long   that   it   trailed   slightly   on   the   floor.   minwoo   rarely   took   his   human   form ⸻   it   wasn't   that   he   changed   much,   but   he   had   grown   accustomed   to   living   in   the   shadows.   his   long   black   hair,   nearly   reaching   his   shoulders,   was   loosely   tied   in   a   bun,   with   a   few   strands   falling   over   his   forehead.   his   eyes,   a   deep   crimson,   glowed   subtly,   and   two   small   fangs   were   visible   when   he   spoke   or   smiled.    with   a   graceful,   almost   enveloping   movement,   he   turned   around.   " but   you   can   drink   from   me   if   you're   thirsty. "   he   offered   in   a   melodious   voice,   his   eyes   locking   onto   yongsun's.

Open starter

Muse: Yongsun (in his vampire verse)

Open to: Monster muses that hide under people’s beds

Plot: Based on this post and this song. Your muse is the monster under Yongsun’s bed, and they reach out and hold his hand when he cries himself to sleep. Their fingers are so long and their claws are so sharp, but they never cut him. Recently Yongsun has started to starve himself as a try to stop killing people, but it has made it harder for him to sleep and one night he wants your muse to stay for a little longer.

“Please, stay a little longer,” Yongsun murmured and held the other’s hand tighter as he felt it slipping away. It’s been quite some time since this creature started to appear. Yongsun actually hadn’t seen how it looked completely, only its hands with long fingers and sharp claws. For some, that would be enough to get scared. But Yongsun has seen scarier things, things that he eventually either grew indifferent to or started doing himself. And it wasn’t like the ‘monster’ under his bed was hurting him, it actually felt like it was there for him and could understand him in a way. So Yongsun wasn’t scared. He enjoyed the company instead.

But as he tried to stop killing, to stop drinking blood, as if that would change in some way his already fucked up brain, it made it harder to sleep. And the extra presence of his quiet, unknown friend was of help for Yongsun to not stay as fixated on how hungry he was at the moment.

[dollieour]

minwoo soltó un suspiro profundo y sin decir nada, rodeó a luan con sus brazos, atrayéndolo más cerca, como si con ese gesto pudiera protegerlo de todos los males que los rodeaban. sus ojos se alzaron lentamente, recorriendo a los demonios que aún permanecían en la habitación, con una mirada firme y autoritaria que los obligó a dispersarse en silencio. cuando el último de ellos se desvaneció en la oscuridad, minwoo bajó la mirada hacia luan, sus dedos deslizándose suavemente por el cabello sedoso del otro en un intento de calmar sus temores.

una pequeña sonrisa apareció en sus labios, apenas perceptible en la penumbra, mientras susurraba con voz suave, “ ¿ dónde creíste que había ido ? no tengo donde más ir. ” no mentía ; las palabras salieron cargadas de una sinceridad dolorosa. el inframundo ya no era un refugio para él, su padre lo había rechazado, y cada rincón de aquel lugar se había vuelto hostil. pero luan . . . luan se había convertido en su ancla, su nuevo hogar, el único lugar en el que encontraba paz.

minwoo sintió cómo el cuerpo de luan se acurrucaba más cerca de él, buscando consuelo en su cercanía. “ oye . . . está bien, ” dijo, en un susurro apacible. “ aún no es tiempo de que me vaya. ” con cuidado, buscó el rostro de luan, pero la penumbra de la habitación hacía que la tarea fuera difícil. minwoo levantó una mano y de sus dedos surgió una suave luz violácea, rodeada de un fino humo que ascendía en espirales. la luz flotó hacia el techo, expandiéndose como una manta etérea, creando una especie de aurora boreal que iluminó débilmente la habitación, tiñendo todo con tonos púrpura y azules.

minwoo observó cómo la luz danzaba suavemente en el techo, sus colores reflejándose en sus ojos. era un demonio travieso, sí, conocido por sus travesuras y artimañas, pero con luan era diferente. sólo él era digno de presenciar aquellas maravillas que minwoo podía conjurar, aquellos destellos de belleza oculta.

“ ¿ qué fue esta vez, mmm ? ¿ quieres contarme de tus pesadillas ? ” preguntó con dulzura, bajando la cabeza para depositar un beso suave en la cabeza del otro.

había pasado un tiempo desde las últimas pesadillas. las recuerda con pena y con temor, irrumpiéndolo en sueños para despertarlo agitado, con desagradables sensaciones incrustadas en el pecho. honestamente, le es imposible descifrar cuándo aparecieron por primera vez, sin embargo, estas empeoraron a pasos agigantados y lo arrastraron al borde del colapso. o por lo menos, así fue durante los primeros meses en soledad.

esa noche en particular, despertó con una mano estrangulando el cuello de su camisa y otra aferrándose al pelinegro a su costado. un miedo irracional que tiende a yacer en su sistema por las marcas que fueron dejadas tiempo atrás. luan ya no despertaba a media noche por pesadillas tormentosas. ahora lo hacia al sentirse solo en el dormitorio, apartado cruelmente de los brazos de minwoo. sus ojos cristalinos lo buscaron casi con desespero, entre balbuceos y palabritas que enunciaron ruegos, deseos de que se mantuviera cerca. " pensé que te habías ido... que me habías dejado solo. " murmuró por lo bajo, solo consiguiendo reunir calma al percibir el dócil toque en su piel. como si la voz fuera un arrullo y sus dedos un manto, envolvió los brazos alrededor de su cadera y se hundió en el calor de su cuerpo. " déjame escucharte un rato más, por favor. " lo estruja delicadamente, exhalando un suspiro que muere en su pecho al aferrarse con ahínco. si había un sedante plenamente efectivo para él, ese era el chico.

[dollieour]

he   was   certain   of   it.   their   marriage   wasn't   born   of   love's   tender   embrace   but   rather   the   cold,   calculating   hands   of   tradition   and   familial   obligation.   it   was   a   pact   sealed   in   ink,   binding   two   souls   who   shared   no   desire   for   such   a   union. jinri,   young   and   beautiful,   exuded   an   aura   of   discontent   that   minwoo   could   feel   palpably   in   the   air.   he   couldn't   blame   her   for   wanting   to   escape   this   suffocating   charade   they   were   living   but   there   was   nothing   he   could   do   to   set   her   free. he   watched   her   with   a   weary   gaze,   his   own   reflection   staring   back   at   him   from   the   mirror,   a   silent   witness   to   their   shared   misery.   he   had   an   important   meeting   in   the   morning,   yet   here   he   was ⸻   holding   her   hair   and   waiting   to   put   her   to   bed.   when   jinri   finally   finished   vomiting,   he   stood   up   and   grabbed   a   clean   towel,   damping   it   with   warm   water.   her   last   words   echoed   in   his   mind,   leaving   him   feeling   miserable.   how   could   he   not   ?   she   was   forced   to   live   with   him,   to   pretend   that   their   marriage   was   perfect   when   she   probably   despised   him   to   the   core. minwoo   approached   and   knelt   before   her   to   wipe   her   mouth   with   the   damp   towel.   "   i   didn’t   ask   for   any   of   this   shit either.   "   he   said   softly.   "   i   know   this   marriage   is   nothing   but   a   contractual   obligation.   and   i   know   you   don't   love   me.   i   never   expected   you   to,   nor   do   i   now.   "   he   stood   up,   tossing   the   towel   into   the   pile   of   dirty   clothes.   "   but   i'm   trying,   "   he   insisted,   his   tone   tinged   with   a   hint   of   desperation.   "   trying   to   make   this   bearable   for   both   of   us.   i   know   you   don't   care   about   me,   but   this . . .   this   could   kill   you.   "

༊⋆｡˚                       a grumble of frustration was building within as she was pretty much handled from one man to the other ; her drunken stupor causing the temper to arise within but the s e c o n d she was in the bathroom and in front of the toilet , she was vomiting the contents of her stomach out . a groan escaping her as she haphazardly laid across the seat . not the most hygienic of places . couldn’t quite stand the fact he was watching her yet his presence was somewhat of a comfort .

a wave of the hand signalled her frustration as he started with the lecture . ❛ —- save it . for both our sakes . i don’t want to hear any of it . ❜ oh , how she felt t r a p p e d . like nothing would ever be able to free her from the shackles of her family . ❛ how long are you gonna see that were just damn pawns in this corporal bullshit —- ? ❜ anger lacing her tone , ❛ what’s a fucking marriage without love ?! ❜

at least partying gave her some form of f r e e d o m . a way to let her hair down and be herself but everything was meticulously calculated from her father . made her want to rip her hair out instead . another wave of nausea as she quickly threw up the rest of her evening before sitting back against the tiled floor , back pressed against a cold wall .

knew she was mess . knew she didn’t deserve him . hated herself more so for putting such a kind and hardworking man through such shit . but she didn’t know how to stop herself . had become a d d i c t e d to the lifestyle . aching to feel something than be stuck in the confinements of business and what ( they ) thought was pleasure . more like hell . ❛ —- i didn’t ask for any of this . ❜