Bleed for me
AN:I was thinking about the Bleed for me test, and what an addicition it could become. (Contains contemplation of self harm)
"Bleed for me." A request, a precaution, an order even if it comes from friends.
Check and see, if you're still human, to see if you haven't slipped into the night and been replaced by something else, if you can still be trusted.
"Bleed for me". It's a sacrifice, a ritual, one so simple and ancient that they forget that it is even is one.
Make a cut, show your blood, show us that you are still human, still vulnerable, still able to die.
"Bleed for me" Prove that you can be trusted, that the other person is worthy to bleed for.
Show them that you value their trust, their safety over your pride.
Sometimes... it's tempting. Just to check. To make that simple cut and see but would he then stop at one? Would it become a habit that he couldn't control? He knows his lifestyle has him petering on the edge anyway. His friends, and he knows he doesn't deserve them those beautiful people, wouldn't notice. At least for a while, with all the scars that already litter his body. What would be one more?
He won't. Because he knows the power of blood and sacrifice.
He won't. Due to the pain it would cause the others.
He won't. But it's tempting.