Dedication Nek0-chan|Mentos
Why I have no money [she'd bite me if I tried to buy her anything anyway *sweatdrop*]. This is her V-day gift.
Labels drabble | oneshot | twisted| deliberately obscure| shounen-ai hints| dark | pg13
[beforehand]
Spoofed off of Where Angels Lose Their Ways, because Daisy Sparrow's a genius. Am attempting to get rid of writing slump.
Dialect
Yami no Malik doesn't talk.
[he purrs.]
As crimsonred stains, dripping, slithering, painting so thickly upon their shadows, their bodies, their minds. They scream.
"Beautiful."
[he hisses.]
As the darkness shifts and fades and he's there, glaring obsidianviolet gold and shimmering so faintly – as if the sky were falling.
"…Hate…you…"
[he growls.]
As lips – soredsoredsored – open and close - gaspingchoking; and he's drowning in air – collapse. Looklooklook.
"Live for me."
[he meows.]
As blood slinks and pools about a silent face – socoldsocoldsocold. Not therenot therenot there.
"Liar. Liarliarliarliar."
[he chatters.]
As articwind slaps upon their minds, their bodies, their shadows – painting, slithering, dripping, and staining.
"Liarliarliarliar! No…nonononono…"
[he yowls.]
As moonlight blindfolded sunbeam; tree shells branch stoneblackiron. Livelivelive.
"Back! Come back! Comebackcomebackcomeback!"
[he SCREAMS.]
As smoke clears sky – clouding; death – darkdarkdark – in heaven. Liar. Liarliarliar.
Animal instinct – piercecutkill – in blackhatebeautiful soul.
And Malik laughs.
~owari~
[afterward]
Written in 30 minutes.
I hope you're happy Mentos-chan :P
Oh, by the way, Malik's name technically means "angel of death," so I hoped it fit in with the rest of the drabble.
Much in need of beta-ing.
-Raichan
+endlog[1:57am