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Drip
Drip
Drip.
The water from the shower faucet dripped into the cold tile of the bathtub. The water in the tub nearly reached the rim, but no one was in. Azurite stood a foot away from the tub, giving it an unreadable look. He held a blade in his paw, and it was clear that the reptile was planning on killing himself. He swore no one was home, he checked everywhere to make sure there was no one around to stop him, and when he finally got his confirmation that the house was empty, he made his way to the bathroom and stripped. The blade he held was one given to him by his twin brother Kunzite, not for self-harm, but just because Azur requested him to get one because he had.. A project he wanted to work on.
That was a very obvious lie, one his brother did not catch up on.
He swirled his hand around the lukewarm water, his expression blank. The only thing on his mind was the thoughts about how much he wanted to die, how much he deserved to die. He didn’t really have a plan, just to slit his wrist and prayed to the stars he bled out before anyone caught him.
He eventually sank into the bathtub, his bare skin shivering with the contact of water. He didn’t want to look down at his body, he felt nothing but disgusted in himself. His thin frame, his weird feet, his below-average dick, it all made him so disgusted in himself, something no amount of praise could make him smile for himself, even if it was from the prettiest girl he knew; Pipvine.
Azurite and Pipvine have been friends since they hatched in their eggs, being near inseparable until Pipvine got separated from her best friend, being sent to the Thorndark Altar as a quote unquote “sacrifice.” He’s felt like shit ever since his friend was taken, but that wasn’t the thing that drove him to this point.
“Fuck, you feel divine..”
Shale grunted as his slimy dick slid in and out of Azurite’s bleeding hole, the dragonet - at the time - squirmed roughly under him, though no matter what he did, he was unable to get free from the grasp of his friend. He sobbed loudly, his small maw covered with heavy force. They were only around 14, around the time where a normal dragonet would go into heat. Azurite figured that's what was going on, but Shale felt so big inside of him, he felt as though all of his organs were being pushed, only to be pulled out and shoved back in with each heavy thrust from the Snapper above him. Azurite felt as though there was no reason to cover his maw anyway, because they were deep in a forest where no one could hear his cries for help.
“Shhml-!”
Azurite tried to scream, pressing his weak foot against Shale’s chest in an attempt to push him off. Shale only giggled, winding his hips and bending Azurite to an angle where his dick would go in further. Azurite roared in his throat at the pain, tears flowing down his face.
“Fuck! Fuck, just like that, Azurite, say my name..”
Shale purred, as if this were some kind of joke. He let go of Azurite’s maw and moved his paws to his wrists, pinning them above his head and onto the bunch of dirt and sticks planted into the ground. Shale felt divine, Azurite wanted to die.
And that's what Azurite was going to do.
Die.
Azurite hadn’t noticed, but he already dragged the sharp blade across the middle of his wrist three times, each deeper and longer than the rest. The pain hardly stung as blood poured from the gashes he made along his scaled arm. He felt so numb, physically and emotionally, to the point he was so dissociated that he couldn't feel severe pain anymore. He felt tears build up in his eyes and he blinked to let them fall, his breath hitching loudly in a sob. He felt so disgusted in himself, he didn’t feel like a man.
Did being raped by his friend made him less of a man?
Was he already less of a man from the start when he fell in love with Pipvine? Acting like a middleschool girl in love?
Was he already less of a man since he hatched…?
He wouldn’t know.
His questions would never be answered, he prayed death would take him away so he wouldn’t have to worry about questions and answers anymore.
He leaned his head to the side in the tiled edge of the bathtub, his vision going blurry as the last thing he saw was his brother rushing into the bathroom, the sound of his yelling a blur in Azurite's ears.
Maybe death wouldn’t take him away today.
But he prayed he would forget everything that happened in his past when he woke up again.