[ptd] 5.7.5 - symbolism: heart
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zee_ali and is used with copious amounts of nearly religious adoration.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m not.”
“But it hurts.”
He’s kneeling in the dirt, covered in a nauseating mess of filth and his own blood, seeping from the gaping hole in his chest. Standing before him, Ziyah is stained to her elbows in the red stuff pouring out of him.
His still beating heart is cradled in her arms, tucked against her chest like a suckling child.
“I don’t know how to put it back. I would if only I knew how.”
He’s raw and aching, struggling for breath through the slow burn at the jagged edges of the wound. Still, he’s strangely calm as he reaches for her, drawing her close as he wraps his arms around her legs.
“I’ll die if you give it back. It needs you to beat now.”
She tests his theory as she stoops, trying to shove it back into his chest. Each attempt leaves him cold and unable to draw air as the gently pulsing lump of muscle and blood sits nestled in the warm, wet cavern of bone it was torn from.
“I’m so sorry.” She’s weeping now, hair clinging to her cheeks with the moisture of her tears. “Baby…I never meant for this to happen.”
She’s cradling his heart again, and he’s hugging her knees with his face buried against her stomach. He nuzzles her belly button, bloodstained hand lifting to part the fabric of her buttondown shirt and trace the flat plane of pale skin, mapping the lines of the tattoo peeking out from her pants.
Today, the angel emerging from her lower abdomen is wearing handcuffs.
“I think,” he murmurs against her skin, “if we can get it in there, I’ll be all right.” He pauses, lifting his head to meet her gaze. “We need a miracle.”
She sighs, suddenly relieved as she sinks to her knees to kiss him. His heart continues to beat between her hands as she lovingly caresses the meaty organ.
“Lucky for us,” she sighs, leaning into him gratefully, shoulder catching in the gaping hole of his chest, “that’s something we both know plenty about.”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 352
zee_ali and is used with copious amounts of nearly religious adoration.“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m not.”
“But it hurts.”
He’s kneeling in the dirt, covered in a nauseating mess of filth and his own blood, seeping from the gaping hole in his chest. Standing before him, Ziyah is stained to her elbows in the red stuff pouring out of him.
His still beating heart is cradled in her arms, tucked against her chest like a suckling child.
“I don’t know how to put it back. I would if only I knew how.”
He’s raw and aching, struggling for breath through the slow burn at the jagged edges of the wound. Still, he’s strangely calm as he reaches for her, drawing her close as he wraps his arms around her legs.
“I’ll die if you give it back. It needs you to beat now.”
She tests his theory as she stoops, trying to shove it back into his chest. Each attempt leaves him cold and unable to draw air as the gently pulsing lump of muscle and blood sits nestled in the warm, wet cavern of bone it was torn from.
“I’m so sorry.” She’s weeping now, hair clinging to her cheeks with the moisture of her tears. “Baby…I never meant for this to happen.”
She’s cradling his heart again, and he’s hugging her knees with his face buried against her stomach. He nuzzles her belly button, bloodstained hand lifting to part the fabric of her buttondown shirt and trace the flat plane of pale skin, mapping the lines of the tattoo peeking out from her pants.
Today, the angel emerging from her lower abdomen is wearing handcuffs.
“I think,” he murmurs against her skin, “if we can get it in there, I’ll be all right.” He pauses, lifting his head to meet her gaze. “We need a miracle.”
She sighs, suddenly relieved as she sinks to her knees to kiss him. His heart continues to beat between her hands as she lovingly caresses the meaty organ.
“Lucky for us,” she sighs, leaning into him gratefully, shoulder catching in the gaping hole of his chest, “that’s something we both know plenty about.”
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 352
