Title: The Killing Moon
Author: Reno
Fandom: The Blair Witch Game
Setting: The Black Hills Forest
Pairing: Carver/Ellis Lynch
Characters: Carver, Ellis Lynch, Bullet, The Blair Witch, Jess
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 629
Type Of Work: Drabble
Status: Complete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Possible Spoilers For The Bad Ending, Carver-centric, Third Person But Carver POV, Suggestive Language, Pining
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: Ellis was the moon, and Carver was drawn to him for more reasons than just the Witch wanting him.
AN: Hey guys, it's me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have Twitter and Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunnywritings, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD I can PM it to people who want it on FFN, for everyone else, it's here: /FyaWw25
I really needed to write this. I might be the only person that writes for this ship but I don't know for sure. Regardless, I still love it so much. I hope you guys enjoy it!
The Killing Moon
Ellis was the moon.
His light came from a different source. Love, duty, a sense of purpose, these things drove him, and they lit him up like a full moon in the dark. There was never any light in this forest at night, nothing real like natural light. Ellis brought with him the one thing Carver craved the most, something to look forward to.
Ellis was a fickle thing.
He lived in phases that could change at the drop of a hat. Indignation, aggression, restricting, desperate, terrified, hopeful, these emotions could come and go as quickly as he felt them. There was no telling what he would do next, what emotion would drive him to commit any kind of atrocity or act of creation. He could be placid, or he could be a force to reckon with, and Carver loved that about him.
Ellis was beautiful.
His skin looked like marble carved into the shape of a person. He glowed in the light of the trees, he let off this air of beautiful destruction that couldn't be stopped. Carver was powerless to his desire to be close to him, even if he knew that Ellis was doomed to be him in a matter of hours. They were one and the same, but Carver knew he wasn't pretty; not like Ellis. Sometimes, he missed seeing his reflection in the man he was trying to con into taking his face. At one point, he, too, had been beautiful. Now, he was nothing more than a man of the earth, loamy and filthy and as ugly as the forest around him.
Ellis was magnetic.
Like the moon commanded the tides, Ellis moved the world around him with his charm and wit. He didn't take to change very well, but even in his terror, he was something to be admired. Carver guided him through to the tree he needed with care not only because he needed him, but because he was drawn to him as if he'd never be complete without him. Maybe it was love, but he wasn't sure he could do that anymore. It felt like a foreign language he had known but left it unused so he didn't remember a thing.
Ellis was lonely.
With only Bullet to keep him company, Ellis craved any attention he could get from another human being. He wanted his ex-wife, he wanted his friends. He wanted to be loved and treasured, but nobody was willing to feed his needs. Carver wanted to cradle him, to keep him close and never let him go. If he wasn't so embedded under the influence of the Witch, maybe he would have kept Ellis to himself. Selfish as it was, he needed to see the look of pleasure on his face when he finally gave himself to him. He was starved for the feeling of taking him apart and putting him back together in a way only he could. After all, he knew Ellis best. Why wouldn't he? They were still the same, even if he was much more grizzled, much less empathetic.
Carver didn't know when he'd developed these feelings, but he wanted to see them through. All he could hope for was to get Ellis alone again and to at least consummate his feelings with the other. It drove him mad with desire to watch him stumble through this forest alone, pleading for his life amid the chaos. There were things in Ellis that Carver couldn't fathom anymore, and one thing that drew him in was that need to be forgiven, to be loved, to be cared for, and to have someone to just give himself to.
Carver was going to have the moon in the palm of his hand before the night was over.
AN: I know it's a little short, but I really needed to get this out. I was listening to some calming atmospheric music when this came to me out of nowhere, and I wanted to get it out. Hopefully, it's good, I hope you guys liked it!