Seven to Break, to Heal, to Feel, to Create (ZaDr) If the Sins don't kill you, surely Hell can't reach you here.
Invader Zim is always someone else's - if it was mine, I wouldn't get to be this rabid little fangirl getting absolutely no money to indulge in my own little sin :)
Seven - Indulgence in Sin
01. Wrath
And Dib laughs;
High and Hysterical, the sound bubbling into life as insanity swells.
And Zim laughs;
Loud and Triumphant, fingers digdigdigging into a worn old trench coat. Tightly-tightly, so neither can disconnect.
And they drip;
Tender and Rhythmic, crimson walls, crimson windows, crimson floorboards all dripping from oh-so-crimson bodies.
And Dib clutches;
Desperate and Free, watching the blood dripdripdripping from his hands curled lovingly around and alien waist.
And Zim purrs;
Soft and Alluring, tells Dig that it's all okay, all wonderful. Nothing is badbadevil when Zim says otherwise.
And Bodies lay;
Bloody and Inside-out, the corpses that were once Loathers and Abuses - now dismembered and disemboweled family ties.
And Dib sobs;
Laughs and Breaks, Hurting to know he's somehow won, hurting to know he's all he hated and loves it.
And Zim touches;
Hums and Carress', tells the boy how beautiful he kills, then he tilts them together and kisskisskisses all the doubts away.
And Nobody watches;
Only decimated dead enemies laying in pieces all around them.
The first two of many.
The two who had broken the boy just enough for Zim to step in and taketaketake all of what he'd never wanted before.
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