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A/N: I was really feeling it with this one. Hope you enjoy!
Spoilers up to and including Season 6.
Sometimes you don't think you're capable of love, but then you remember it's the only thing you've ever had- it just comes twisted and heavy.
You wish you could warn people. You want to say, "Are you sure? My love comes at a price. It's cursed you know; it'll wrap itself around you and slice like wire," before you take the first step and share the first cocky grin and then give them all you have.
You stay quiet though. They wouldn't want to hear it.
The apocalypse comes and goes, but you're still here. You can only hold back your beating, clinging curse with alcohol and detours.
You detour the truth of who you are, you detour the pull of instincts, and you detour the need for a weapon in your hand and bodies mangled on the ground.
She thinks she sees it, claims she loves all of you. She's right, but she's never seen a darkness like yours and mistakes it for an apple-pie sort of love. You've tamed it for her, after all.
But not really.
Who you are steps back into your life, tall and quiet, and your love pumps poison back through your veins.
Suddenly, your heart twists and the edges of normalcy char to black. She sees your love what it is now and she can tell that it's all powerful, overwhelming, and she reaches for it with delicate, unmarred hands.
You push her kid and, later (almost too late), love crumbles.
A matter of time, as told by a kill count and strained phone calls, is what it takes for her to fade away through stolen memories and safety.
Women like you. They see eyes and lips that scream fuck me, I'll fuck you and then lust swarms. Rough hands stroke curves, practiced and wanting. You open them up because you don't love them. It's easy.
Little brothers hurt. They whine and ignore rules and draw attention to lies and bad things, but they'll look at you with eyes full of a sorrow they must have grabbed along the way and you love them.
This life isn't for them, but your love doesn't care. Your love needs them. Your love feeds off of their dependence, but one more step out that door don't you come back and suddenly they're gone. You worry and pass the days in the life you've always worn, but you know your love will eventually catch him.
There's a man who passed on his curse. His love was pure, but it twisted under the evil of flame and his love leaked into you, leeching.
He forgets to talk to you, resorting to orders and take care of Sammy, but you were both there for every it's going to be okay, Dad.
You both know.
The burden of love isn't easy to forget, but it's easy enough to shoulder in the form of family, protection, and promises. He teaches you that and you learn it well, ever the little soldier.
Blossoming love grows so strong you think it can, just maybe, shield them all from the things out there in the dark.