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#IDK WHAT THEFUCK THIS IS BB BUT HERE YEW GO
walkeddeath · 10 months
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   “ look at me. “   
send   “ look at me. “   for my muse’s reaction to yours grabbing mine by the chin and forcing mine to look at them during a tense / highly emotional moment. 
Their first instinct is to bite, but they don't. Second instinct is to yank away as hard as possible, but they don't do that either. They don't do anything but stare back at him, eyes on fire, trying to set him ablaze through sheer hatred and spite. His hand is rough, it's harsh and calloused and they hate how it feels against their skin. They hate how it makes them shiver and they hate how they don't want him to let go.
There's a deep gash on their face and it's getting blood on his hand but he doesn't seem to mind, Gen absolutely doesn't, the more of their blood they can physically get on the hands the better in their eyes. He's leading them to something worse than death, so he deserves a visual reminder every now and then. It's only fair.
They won't think about how his touch makes them forget about the pain throbbing in their head, makes them forget about nearly everything else in the world other than him. They hate how much he makes them think about him just by slight touches or quick glances, they hate it in their soul.
They hate that he's seeing them in the state they're in. hair in tangles and a too pretty dress that's stained with two patterns of blood, their's and someone else's. though mostly their's, the other's is barely noticeable on it. It's a failure documented in spilled blood and it's killing them to have it on them and they despise how they want him to take it off of them. get rid of the evidence of them once again fucking up.
What the hate the most, and they want to claw into his chest and tear out whatever is left of his heart and dig into his little bits of a soul they hate it so deeply, is that they can't stop finding ways not to hate him enough. That they don't hate how he seems to actually be concerned, worried even. It makes them sick that they like how he's looking at them, how the grip isn't cruel in it's harshness.
"what do you want me to say? I fucked up again, this isn't something you need to worry about. it'll happen again , so just get used to it i guess."
at that, thin fingers wrap around his wrist as they try to get him to let them go, to stop looking right at them, but the attempt is half hearted and fuck they really really hate looking weak when he's looking at them like this. They want to break the eye lock but they can't and they mark it up as yet another thing to hate about him.
They have a list in their room, it's filled fifty pages so far, and they have more to add later. One day, they hope they'll be able to show him, and they realise that they'll have to add how much they hate that they want to get to that day.
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