Flowers of your pain

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“I’m sorry I tried to die… again..”, Markus mumbled softly, holding onto Daniel’s chest. He felt a lot better with Daniel here, if only because he was so nice to him, so gentle and calm and kind.

“I’m.. I’m sorry I had you covered in so many flowers….”, he buried his face into Daniel’s neck, holding tightly onto him. He was so used to being covered in bruises -on his wrists, arms, legs, sides, throat. To being hit, and yelled at, kicked and insulted. He couldn’t believe it’d be different with Daniel.

“No don’t be sorry. Bad things happen, but now everything will get better okay?” He whipsered and smiled softly when he nuzzled his neck. He wrapped his arms around him protectively and placed a soft kiss on his hair.

“I’m gonna take care of you” he whispered lovingly and placed another kiss on his hair. “Do you want me to stay here over night?”

“Yes please.”, Markus replied quietly. Even if Daniel was a stranger, and could technically be the worst person he ever met, he trusted him. Daniel was his soulmate, and he was nice to him right now as well.

And he just really didn’t want to be alone. Not when he just tried to kill himself first thing in the morning. He needed someone here, to look after him, and take care of him.

“I’m sorry… I’ll probably be a burden to you..”, he mumbled softly. When he had a depressive episode like this, he needed a lot of care.

Flowers of your pain

“I’m sorry I tried to die… again..”, Markus mumbled softly, holding onto Daniel’s chest. He felt a lot better with Daniel here, if only because he was so nice to him, so gentle and calm and kind.

“I’m.. I’m sorry I had you covered in so many flowers….”, he buried his face into Daniel’s neck, holding tightly onto him. He was so used to being covered in bruises -on his wrists, arms, legs, sides, throat. To being hit, and yelled at, kicked and insulted. He couldn’t believe it’d be different with Daniel.

Draw on me

secretaryofstrength:

emptynarration:

Markus didn’t know she was adding to what he was drawing. It were mostly lines, tried patterns, nothing real. Just to fill space.

It took a few minutes until Arthur read out what Agnes had written.
“Do you think I can write no? You said telling her you are blind didn’t work.”, Arthur wondered. He could try at the very least.
“No.”, he wrote in reply, watching as what he wrote was scribbled out.
“Damn.”.

“Guess telling you if he can see or not is too much of help of finding him.”, he wrote instead.

Agnes sighed quietly. “How is knowing if one can see a tool to help find someone?” She grumbled to herself. She sighed softly, then thought on a question for a bit.

“Do you have any published books?” She was curious as to.the answer, and whether if she could get the title of one.

Arthur thought this soulmate thing was far too strict. Sure there weren’t extremely many blind people around -or at least he didn’t know many- but was it really so helpful?

“If my answer were to be censored, wouldn’t that be a giveaway to the actual answer?”, he wrote in reply. If he wrote yes and it got censored, wouldn’t it be obvious he had published books?
“As long as I don’t tell you under what name or some titles of books I’ve written, it’ll probably be fine though.”, he wrote too. He was slowly running out of room on Markus’ arm.

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” this is some dark/host stuff right here frend

lostcybertronian:

Sorry about it being short ^^ once I got past the writer’s block it was quite fun ~~and heart-breaking~~ to write.

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Prompt 42: “Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

    “Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” The words were barely audible, but the Host’s head jerked in his direction regardless.

    “The Host doesn’t know what Dark is talking about,” he said stiffly, but the way he stood- rigid as stone underneath that trenchcoat he drowned in- and the blood that trickled down his cheeks told Dark volumes.

    The entity nodded toward Dr. Iplier’s retreating back. “He will never understand you. He will never understand the power you wield and the world you live in.”

    Not like I will. He left that unsaid, but he had a feeling that the Host heard it anyway.

    “You love him.” He said instead.

    The Host didn’t answer. His jaw clenched.

    In that moment, he resembled the Author. Arrogance and hard words and blood-spattered aluminum.

    “He will never love you.” The Host undoubtedly knew this. Just as he knew everything.

    “Come along.” Dark stepped closer, placed a hand on the Host’s shoulder, steered him back, further into the library. “There are better things for us to be doing.”

The Host made no move to resist or protest. His shoulders slumped, the Author in him disappearing in an instant. He allowed Dark to guide him, despite him being perfectly capable of navigating the library himself.

    If Dr. Iplier came back, hours later, tear-stained and sniffling and trying, trying, trying to ignore the guilt that clawed at his insides, he would find nobody. He would find nothing.

    He would be too late. Dark would make sure of that.

Flowers of your pain

dxrkmirxge:

emptynarration:

Markus was quiet, sniffing, the last of his tears running down his cheeks.
“I- I… I’m blind..”, he mumbled quietly. He needed to tell him, he was here, and he was looking at him, and Markus couldn’t see anything. It was just dark -his room was dark too, curtains drawn.

“I’m sorry… I… you must hate me…”.

Daniel felt his heart stop at that, and he bit his lip softly. He studied his features and indeed he could see how dull his eyes looked. He gently brushed away his tears.

He never believed the saying that if you met your soulmate, you would instantly feel a connection and fall in love. He had always questioned it. But right now he couldn’t.

He felt a tugging on his heart and he knew this way how love should feel like. He had been with a few people but he had never felt like this before. And now he felt it because of a complete stranger.

“It’s not about seeing. It’s about feeling.” He murmured quietly and looked at him with soft eyes. He bit his lip and held his chin in his fingers softly before he slowly leaned in and pressed his warm and soft lift onto Markus.

The kiss was tender and loving, and Daniel felt his heart stop in his chest while they shared their first kiss.

Markus waited with baited breath for Daniel’s reaction. He expected a lot -yelling, hitting, worse– but there was nothing. Just gentle touches brushing away his tears. He stayed quiet, listening to Daniel, feeling his hand lay so gently on his chin.

He was surprised by the kiss, staying still for a moment, before he relaxed. Closing his eyes, slowly, carefully, kissing him back. It felt a lot different from any other time he had kissed someone. He really felt like he was finally meant to be with someone.

Draw on me

Markus didn’t know she was adding to what he was drawing. It were mostly lines, tried patterns, nothing real. Just to fill space.

It took a few minutes until Arthur read out what Agnes had written.
“Do you think I can write no? You said telling her you are blind didn’t work.”, Arthur wondered. He could try at the very least.
“No.”, he wrote in reply, watching as what he wrote was scribbled out.
“Damn.”.

“Guess telling you if he can see or not is too much of help of finding him.”, he wrote instead.

Flowers of your pain

Markus was quiet, sniffing, the last of his tears running down his cheeks.
“I- I… I’m blind..”, he mumbled quietly. He needed to tell him, he was here, and he was looking at him, and Markus couldn’t see anything. It was just dark -his room was dark too, curtains drawn.

“I’m sorry… I… you must hate me…”.

Flowers of your pain

dxrkmirxge:

emptynarration:

Markus could barely get himself too calm. He felt terrible, and he was just glad that Daniel didn’t seem to hate him, and was actually glad to meet him.

“I.. I don’t want to move… please…”, Markus mumbled. He felt a little light headed too, but nothing really bad. He just didn’t want to move and feel worse.
“Bathroom has stuff… to clean and bandage.”, he muttered, not moving away from Daniel’s chest.

„Its okay dear. I’ll just get up real quick to grab the things, Alright?“ he asked softly and gave him a warm smile before he gently laid him down on the bed and instructed him to relax for a bit.

He quickly rushed to the bathroom and grabbed everything he needed before he came back and patched him up.

“Okay…”, Markus mumbled quietly. He hesitantly let go of Daniel and let him get up, moving so he was sitting on the bed. He didn’t bother looking up when Daniel came back, letting him take his arms to take care of him. Multiple deep cuts covering both of his wrists, still dripping with blood steadily.

He winced when Daniel pressed onto them to stop the bleeding, bandaging them up tightly.

Flowers of your pain

Markus could barely get himself too calm. He felt terrible, and he was just glad that Daniel didn’t seem to hate him, and was actually glad to meet him.

“I.. I don’t want to move… please…”, Markus mumbled. He felt a little light headed too, but nothing really bad. He just didn’t want to move and feel worse.
“Bathroom has stuff… to clean and bandage.”, he muttered, not moving away from Daniel’s chest.

Draw on me

secretaryofstrength:

emptynarration:

Arthur watched scribbling appear instead of what Agnes had tried to write.
“Just scribbles.”, he replied. He guessed it was because technically Markus could have been able to somehow find out her name with that, even if he couldn’t read it.

“I can’t even tell you who I am, since you’d be able to find me and then him.”.

Agnes cussed quietly and washed it off. “Alright. It was worth a try. I don’t get why it was censored, it wasn’t the name I go by now…” She sighs softly, then washes off the lettering.

“Are you from America as well?” She wondered why he could see, but his brother couldn’t. “Why is your handwriting so good?”

Arthur hummed lightly after he read aloud what she had written.
“We’re twins. I write a lot, and I like calligraphy.”, Arthur wrote back. He grabbed for his calligraphy pen, so he could write the word calligraphy again, but in pretty.

“Too bad I can’t tell her you’re blind.”, he sighed, turning back to his own arms for now.
“It’d make life easier.”, Markus mumbled. He was glad he knew what they were talking about, even if he couldn’t join. So he continued drawing on his arm while Arthur wasn’t writing on him.