[mad muses] april 2.5.1 - blood picture
Apr. 13th, 2009 08:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magic_fratboyHe spits another piece of ice into the crimson-stained drain, mouth numb and still somehow burning with agony as he contemplates the sight of his own blood marring the sterile white of his kitchen sink, offset by the coffee-stained white of the tooth he lost in the earlier fight.
It’s wrong and it’s ghastly, but he’s not shocked by it. The piece of ice glitters like a diamond, catching the color of each stain as it slides and rattles almost cheerfully when it hits the surface and settles in to nestle in the little chrome sieve just above the pipe.
It stings…but it’s beautiful.
More blood pools in his mouth, hot and metallic on his tongue. He spits that out next, watching it gather and bead, too dark against the white. He sees things in the dark now, things he hates and fears because all they ever bring is more pain.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, babe.”
He shuts his eyes futilely. Now he can see her face again, smiling and sated…and suddenly the empty hole in his mouth hurts less than the hole in his heart.
“Why?”
“Because your blood runs red and your heart beats true.”
“Tommy!...”
Jaw clamping, he turns on the faucet and lets it run in the opposite basin to drown out her voice without washing away the blood. Wetting his hand, he blots his damp fingers against his face and tries not to think about it…or her.
“I mean it!” he snickered, catching her hand to run her fingers over a set of scratches she’d left on his forearm in the heat of passion. “Look at that…red. Our blood’s the same color, same texture, same weight. It’s warm and it tastes like copper. It links us.”
“To what?”
He shut his eyes, the tip of his nose itching as a bead of water gathered there, promising to fall with just a little bit of help.
“Each other…through the blood. If you ever bleed, if you ever die, and I’m not there? I’m in the blood…it’s the same as mine. When we fight, when we fall…we remember. It’s all in the blood.”
He spits into the sink again. The blood is pinker…the flow is staunching. He needs the blood, to see it and know he’s not alone. He needs to see the blood…
Shutting off the sink, he spits out his final mouthful and talks out of the kitchen.
* * * * *
It’s the same color, same texture, same weight. It’s warm and it tastes like copper, even flowing through warm flesh and a gentle flush.
“Hey, babe…you awake?”
A soft coo was his answer as he walked in and gently scooped Mayilia out of her crib. She was wide awake and calm, even faced with his black and blue features. A smile touched her face as she reached up to press both her hands to his cheeks. They were warm, alive and filled with blood.
His blood. Zee’s blood.
Pressing his cheek to May’s, he shut his eyes and let his vision turn red behind closed lids.
She was there with him. She would be there again.
It was all in the blood.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 536
It’s wrong and it’s ghastly, but he’s not shocked by it. The piece of ice glitters like a diamond, catching the color of each stain as it slides and rattles almost cheerfully when it hits the surface and settles in to nestle in the little chrome sieve just above the pipe.
It stings…but it’s beautiful.
More blood pools in his mouth, hot and metallic on his tongue. He spits that out next, watching it gather and bead, too dark against the white. He sees things in the dark now, things he hates and fears because all they ever bring is more pain.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, babe.”
He shuts his eyes futilely. Now he can see her face again, smiling and sated…and suddenly the empty hole in his mouth hurts less than the hole in his heart.
“Why?”
“Because your blood runs red and your heart beats true.”
“Tommy!...”
Jaw clamping, he turns on the faucet and lets it run in the opposite basin to drown out her voice without washing away the blood. Wetting his hand, he blots his damp fingers against his face and tries not to think about it…or her.
“I mean it!” he snickered, catching her hand to run her fingers over a set of scratches she’d left on his forearm in the heat of passion. “Look at that…red. Our blood’s the same color, same texture, same weight. It’s warm and it tastes like copper. It links us.”
“To what?”
He shut his eyes, the tip of his nose itching as a bead of water gathered there, promising to fall with just a little bit of help.
“Each other…through the blood. If you ever bleed, if you ever die, and I’m not there? I’m in the blood…it’s the same as mine. When we fight, when we fall…we remember. It’s all in the blood.”
He spits into the sink again. The blood is pinker…the flow is staunching. He needs the blood, to see it and know he’s not alone. He needs to see the blood…
Shutting off the sink, he spits out his final mouthful and talks out of the kitchen.
It’s the same color, same texture, same weight. It’s warm and it tastes like copper, even flowing through warm flesh and a gentle flush.
“Hey, babe…you awake?”
A soft coo was his answer as he walked in and gently scooped Mayilia out of her crib. She was wide awake and calm, even faced with his black and blue features. A smile touched her face as she reached up to press both her hands to his cheeks. They were warm, alive and filled with blood.
His blood. Zee’s blood.
Pressing his cheek to May’s, he shut his eyes and let his vision turn red behind closed lids.
She was there with him. She would be there again.
It was all in the blood.
Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 536
