Notes: so i decided to post my iwaoi fic here; enjoy this piece of shit?
(He's going to ruin you)
The voice that whispers in the back of his mind was so small, so soft and quiet that he almost misses it. He ponders for a moment and stares at the hand outstretched in front of him.
(He's going to ruin you)
He lifts his gaze up to the expectant face watching him, a bright smile on said face. His eyes flick to the hand patiently waiting for him again, before he finally meets the other's eyes and for a moment, the voice in his head grew louder.
(He's going to ruin you)
He knows he should listen; he really does, but there was something in the other's eyes that enthralled him.
The man's eyes – it was a soft brown whose depths spoke of millions of stories to him. His gaze was intense and he couldn't help but feel enraptured.
(He's going to ruin you)
There was a slight thrumming in his veins, in his heart, in his blood. He doesn't know if it's the alcohol working its magic, but tonight, he feels alive.
Tonight, he feels on fire.
"Let's go."
(He's going to ruin you)
The voice in his mind gets louder, sending warning bells into his brain. He has a feeling that the voice isn't lying, but he ignores it anyway.
"Let's go."
(If destruction wears a pretty face, I'd gladly accept my demise)
Notes: this is also cross-posted on AO3 (under the name imsodead); hope you liked this