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[prince-abel-d-amour-blog]

“You are disgusting, and I hate you.”

One extension of his arm was enough to shatter the wall that had suddenly built up between them. Wrapping his fingers around her wrist, Abel gritted his teeth.“You can’t just…leave - “ Abruptly, he was cut off with one swift movement of Bunny’s arm wrenching out of his grasp.“That’s what you did, didn’t you? You left me. You left us.” Stunned, Abel stared wide-eyed at Bunny. “You chose this, Abel. You chose this.”

“I didn’t have a choice, Bunny.”

“You always had a choice, Abel!” 

They fell silent, Gavriil uncertainly hovering behind Bunny after the outburst. A hand of his came down to gently touch her shoulder in an affectionate manner that Abel no longer had the privilege of having.“It is time to go - “

“You always had a choice, Abel! It was you who never wanted to acknowledge it!”

Wild and uninhibited. Bunny was never a tame animal, and her colors showed through in this moment - eyes burning with a cold fire, words laced with poison that dug its dirty nails into Abel’s heart. But before Abel could retaliate, before he could inhale a tight breath to try and regain his composure, Bunny stepped forward and officially shattered what little fortitude he had left.

“You are disgusting, and I hate you.”

Everything burned in Abel’s chest, and the trademark resolve that Corsicans prided themselves for having was dissolving at his fingertips.Abel set his jaw and took a step towards her, already feeling the fog of red cloud his mind.

“You don’t mean that, Bunny.”

“I have never said anything I didn’t mean to you more than this moment, Abel.” Bunny snarled.Without thinking, Abel forcibly broke through the freshly made boundary she had made just for him and wrapped his fingers tightly around her neck, the brunt of the pain rubbing harshly into his bleeding wounds.

“You’re lying - “

Abel barely touched her for even a moment when Gavriil viciously pushed him off. Landing on the floor, Abel coughed once only to be pulled back up by his wrist to his feet to meet Gavriil’s barbaric expression. 

“Do not touch her.” Gavriil warned, tone low and full of dark promise. 

To be yelled at by someone Abel loved was one thing. To be manhandled and dealt with like some stranger who had made the mistake of not paying a Sol was another. Wildly, Abel looked hard at the two of them, at their icy expressions that masked any previous affection for him, and felt his sanity slipping.

“Why don’t either of you understand?” Abel cried out, recklessly fighting against Gavriil’s grip, taking a hold of his rough hands and staring desperately into his eyes. 

“Everything that I have done was for the both of you! Why can neither of you realize that the relationship we have now is toxic?” Breathing unsteadily, Abel swallowed, trying to shake the coldness that wouldn’t leave Gavriil’s eyes.

“Nothing will be okay if nothing is changed, and I’m devoting myself to the Corsicans so that I will have the power to change our shitty situation!”

When was the last time he had felt this vulnerable?

“Walk away, Abel.” Gavriil’s low warning rattled his thoughts, but Abel kept going, fighting desperately against his frame.

“To love in public, to not have to hide!” Abel’s voice broke on these words, feeling his steadfastness wane.

“Isn’t that what we wanted?” Abel whispered, “I’m so close Gav, it’s right there -“

“And when is that ever going to fucking happen, Abel?” Gavriil snapped at him, leaning in dangerously close. “You’re deluded, Abel! For you to focus so much on some future you can’t even guarantee, to the point where you throw us to the side?! Who the fuck do you think we are, Abel?!”

Abel drank it in - the shakiness in Gavriil’s words and eyes, all proof that they still cared. But Abel could only watch as Gavriil closed his eyes, only to open them a moment later with the same coldness that was there before. 

“Turn around. And walk away.” Gavriil spoke slowly, words barely coming through gritted teeth.

Abel’s gaze hardened, practically shoving Gavriil off of him, breathing heavily. 

For once in his life, he felt so out of control, so out of touch with his emotions.Abel felt like he was ripped in half, with Gavriil and Bunny on either side. 

Abel swallowed the tightness in his throat and turned, his wide eyes staring at the floor with his fists shaking at his sides. 

The way of a Corsican was to kill in the most efficient way possible, achieving a clean cut that was almost signature to the mob.

And yet, the only thing that Abel managed to accomplish was a mess of open wounds, bleeding profusely, and undoubtedly leaving scars that would not leave him for years on end.