No
Gamzee peered down at the body at his feet and watched the blood flow slow and steady from open wounds, staining his purple shoes.
He's not… I realized…
Gamzee dropped to his knees, the blood soaking into the pants that adorned splashes of color to originally white polka dots. His expression, horrified, was slowly changing to one of realization as he leaned over the cold body.
I'm - I'm sorry, please just… And lied to myself.
"Hey" Gamzee began as he choked back a strangled sob. "Stop playing Tavbro, Th- This isn't funny…" Gamzee continued desperately. He shifted and placed his hands upon his shoulders, gently trying to shake him back to life.
I loved you… I… Uttering words that were unspoken…
The body remained motionless, blood and tear stains decorated the soulless creatures face. Gamzee shook a little harder; his tears streaming down his face distorted the messy white and grey make up and stained his shirt.
HOW…how could I? I regretted…
He leaned over touching his face once more as he pressed his lips to the cold still ones. While pinching the nose he forces a breath of air into the corpse. He repeated the process craving the life that drifted away out of your reach.
PLEASE don't let this happen. Messiah I … And prayed, only to realize I was talking to myself.
He placed his palms directly onto his chest and pushed quick and forceful, trying to revive his beloved. The efforts became weak and soon he stopped, collapsing on his forearms. A strangled cry escaped his lips, his tears falling onto the corpse.
I … I did this… It's MY FAULT Gog, I'm such a monster.
Gamzee lifted himself, the craze setting in as he took his hand and kissed it apologetically. He closed the eyes out of respect, or what was left his sanity. He bent down once again and kissed the cold pale lips as he pressed his knee into his chest while grasping the horns, disembodying the head and hugging it close, the blood soaking his shirt.
"You know, Tavros, love is like magic. THE SAD PART IS THAT MAGIC IS JUST AND ILLUSION."
Gamzee cracked a grin, a reasoning abandoned he found satisfaction in the kill. The desire to increase the collection of colors staining the floors and walls became unbearable as he set out, Tavros' head tucked under his arm with the spine of the neck dangling.
For the memory of love is sweet, although love itself is in vain, and what I have lost in pleasure, I assuage what I find in pain.
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I have been having this dream for awhile. It was pretty scary, more like a nightmare... I figured should just write it so it would stop. Tell me what you think Tee hee. Hmm I think that should post the one of Dave and john, its one of the more humorous dreams that's oddly hmm... seductive lol. In the dream lol, Dave grinds on his shitty katana while panting johns name and his bro records it with his hidden cameras lol. So should i post it?