zadr- Zim opened his heart in the middle of a war -angst

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zim froze in the middle of a battle

gun poised to shoot a beautiful sized hole b'tween dib-things failure eyes

anger seized his limbs, anger at himself

and he scowled something garbled-

racing from the scene like a bat out of hell.

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zim fumbled in the middle of a chase

feet stumbling, uncordinated, as a question was thrown at his back rather then the knife he was expecting

fear seized his legs, fear at dib's thoughts

and he threw his answer to the winds helplessly-

using dib's pause to escape.

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silence.

beautiful, thoughtful, torturous silence.

filled with confusion and fear and heart-wrenching unsurity.

unbreaking silence.

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zim opened the door in the middle of a seige

hating how good it felt to see his dib-ness again, and the thrill he got when the human wasn't there for a fight

hope seized his chest, hope without limit

and he listened to the unsure words restlessly-

waiting to claim what was so shyly offered.

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zim moaned in the middle of a kiss

hands pulling at dib to come closer, closer, closer until nothing but almost-breath reached between them

truimph seized his mind, triumph over knowledge

and he bit and licked and kissed over and over-

needing this to keep himself together.

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noise.

soft, rythmic, saited noise.

empty of the hollowand ache and screaming resistance he'd had before.

the noise of another.

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zim lay there in the middle of an epiphany

"i love you," rolled of his tongue, to the dazed but happy boy as irken blisters ached in the morning sun.

realisation seized his tongue, realisation of human admittance

and he hugged the boy tightly-

listening as his sanity boxed under pressure.

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zim breathed in the middle of a mission

body laying atop a kiss bruised - blood drenched boy - his love - his weakness

insanity seized him completely, isanity as irken duty and human love fought inside of him

and he kissed cold lips with gentle rage-

handling a precious, non-beating heart with the hand that both loved and hated it.

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everything.

easy, pathetic, empty win.

bare of challenge and excitement and praise.

nothing.

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zim stood in the middle of victory

gun angled to shoot a beautiful sized hole between one insane-pink eye and another

dead heart seized in one hand, dead heart held possesively

and he breathed on breath of painful triumph-

pulling back the trigger and releasing himself from irken duty the only way he knew how.

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