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Selfish desires filling up once innocent eyes.
Something once so innocent turned disgusting, stained by sins.
It’s dead. Cold and rotten. They are rotting in each other’s arms. Their fingers dipping into each other’s open wounds, slowly tearing each other apart.
Bittersweet tears mingling with spit and blood, it’s sweet, too sweet to let go.
Feast opon each other’s kindness, and love every bit that fills their body up. it’s addictive. Sunny was desperate to sink his fingers into the tapering scars covering Basil’s frail skin. Pretty doll. Fragile, small. Easy to break.
It’s rotten, yet its breathing.
Basil hoped that this bittersweet taste would stain his lips forever. That it would be the reason he died.
It loves, it lies. It’s selfish.
Basil wanted that feeling all to himself, he wanted it to rot inside him.
Sunny tries to love, he truly does. But it turns out disgusting. He’s selfish, Basil loves his selfishness. Basil loves everything he does. Every single bit of pain that was once left on his supposedly vulnerable heart. Sunny was the one that caused it.
Basil should be grateful, he should cherish every bit of it. He wants to bury himself in Sunny’s love. He wants it to completely destroy him. As long Sunny is the one doing that.
Ravage. Open. Eat. Don’t leave a bit. Not even a drop.
Basil would be okay if Sunny deprived him of everything. Everything that made him human. Everything that made him alive.
Basil is slowly rotting. And he wanted Sunny to watch.
Seeking peace in your pain and fear, insides swirling and twirling, blood dancing, leaking out of its body.
A pretty little doll. There is so little inside it that matters. All for Sunny to break, to feast, to love.
He wanted Sunny to drag his teeth across his chest and taste his beating heart.
He wanted to feel his touch everywhere. To feel that precious pain again.
Basil missed how painful his kisses felt.