I find my writing to be mostly responsive. This piece is whatever you make it, but I made the rating slightly higher just in case. I'd really prefer a review, and a signed on at that, so that I can respond to you if I have to. If you don't like something like this, I suggest you turn back now. It was in the summery, people. Get a clue.
Hm. I've been lacking in my writing lately. No idea why. Sorry I haven't been posting a lot lately.. Not really quite sure about that either. oo;
p.s. Saxor, your review was fine. I don't know why you would feel unworthy. :3 I think I'm a genuinely nice person.. Maybe. Am I not? Oo;
anachronism.
Sora drew back. "No, no. Please, no."
Confusion. Riku quirked a brow. Something was wrong? Sora never acted so.. distant. The brunette recoiled, pushing himself further and further into the wall till he sank down, bringing his knees to his chest in a safe haven. What was wrong? Sora said it was alright if he kissed him. He promised that everything would be fine; That Sora didn't mind being with him, that they loved each other.
Laying his hand over Sora's cold cheek, somewhat startled by the wetness he found there, he beckoned the brunette to raise his head, but he refused to. Body shuddering, unequal breath… Riku was worried. The soft sound of a sob sounded in the still, unmerciful air. Riku was confused, concerned by the actions his lover suddenly painted himself with. It was obvious that something was wrong. Did Riku screw up?
"Sora?"
A gasp.
Said brunette was frozen, with his head raised and wide, wet eyes unblinking; undisturbed. Sad statue. He remained unmoving, startled like a frightened animal in the cycle of Charles Darwin's sick, black soliloquy. The hand that brushed along the smooth skin of the arch of his face revealed a new feature on the boy.
He was shaking.
But Riku was lost in those dazed, story-telling eyes to notice the ill shudders of the boy captured beneath him. Eyes; I feel like a dying insect under a glass. Eyes; A boy on top a slide, merry blue eyes smiling down at the stranger at the lip at the end, the grungy appearance unable to reach the boy's unsettling sirens. He was laughing, joyful? No one seemed to notice as the boy climbed down the slide, man growing slightly impatient. He shook change in his pocket; Luring. Beckoning. Light.
His neighbor.
What a guy.
Then sleeves unrolled over his head. Where was he? Dark, grotesque. Far from home. Then, crying and crying. Revealing. Eyes so amazing and horrific, grinning at his own fingers on exposed flesh. Each touch like dying his skin like a disease, a virus, crawling down from his chest to his thighs to his toes. Unnecessary Death. Touch exploding like a carnivorous knife, making love to its slender blade.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
The brunette winced, no one's ever touched him there. Why? What was happening? He was crying now. Cry, cry.. Scream, sob. Nothing ever changed. Pain, candy. Good like candy? He never wanted any of it. No. No no nonono nono. I don't want any of it. More, more, more!
Hunger.
"Shh.." Riku cooed, gently running his fingers over the brunette's back. The other cried.
"Riku.." A soft murmur. Cry for help? No. It's a will. His will.
Always dying.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.