#// ayato corruption ark? ayato corruption ark.

[s-talking]

there's a shadow in the corner of his gaze and the sensation of waves crashing against his frame, pulling against his limbs and aching where they've touched. never present / never ending, there's salt in his scars and a burning in his lungs but nothing bites sharper than the disappointment that rings with the voice so synched with the pulse in his ears ----- ' do you expect anything else if you cannot even swim against this? perhaps your life will prove a more valuable reward to studiousness. ' ---- until everything becomes too much and he finds himself slipping under, water knocking through every available spot as he open his throat in a failed attempt to scream. but there's no one here to listen, the shadow on the surface merely retreating, a sudden wish for help the only reoccurring thought and the more he attempts to follow it ----- crash! the reality of waves only dragging him further down, becoming his chains; presenting him as nothing more than a heavy lump that will no doubt sink to the bottom of the floor. drowning, drownee; his eyelids are still wet once he closes them and he can't be certain if it's the ocean or his tears that become the raging force behind it, allowing the warmth to take over his cold in something more solid and ----

he finds himself awake, body lifted from it's usual uncomfortable position in his attempts to cling onto something to tug against the imaginary chains that never truly managed to hold him; his head pressed into a shoulder more still than his would-be heartbeat and he considers uttering an apology but it's the least reoccurring thought in his mind at the moment ---- waking up; is the highlight. wondering how he ended up like this, all tight limbed and glassy eyed on the mans shoulder, is the reprieve. he can trick himself into thinking he hasn't been as bad as he thinks, that maybe the nighttime darkness will dim the reality of his situation but for how long they've come to know each other, he knows envy can't be fooled so easily; he doesn't need the light to tell him somethings wrong.

❛   shit.   ❜  he mutters, a sudden break from the silence he tries to pour himself in. shit, shit, shit. ❛   you don't mind ... if we stay like this for now, right?   ❜ / thank you for indulging me this is so long but im!!!

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 about that certain moment of silence people feel when their whole life comes crushing down, & tried to imagine what ayato must have felt when he discovered that his mother never really loved him, that the long years of punishment & abuse were merely a stepping stone meant for another, & that his entire worth, the very meaning of it, could be so easily crushed... much like that castle made of sand. most of our life's misfortunes come pretty quickly, so quickly, in fact, that we barely even have time to react but for ayato sakamaki? ohh, that misfortune was most certainly his entire existence. you'd be surprised what else you can learn by just watching. that poor, sweet, innocent thing... he used to hide from his mother, you know? he'd hide in a closet, & wait. the sheer thought of being drowned alive scaring him half to death but, even so, the boy still yearned to be loved. so much so, he sometimes uses that very same closet to hide even to this day & for some strange reason, not once did he ever notice the little love note most viciously carved on the inner side of the wall; ɎØ U ȺɌ Ɇ NO Ŧ Ⱥ ŁØ N Ɇ.

pretty reassuring, isn't it? envy had spent almost five months studying every aspect of his life, just digging & digging into the rabbit hole only for his own darkness to grow bigger ── far more twisted & hungry ── resonating ever so deeply with the horrors found within. after all, it's all connected to love, in the end. they both had their fair share of it. they both had yearned enough to kill & no matter who or what crossed their path, nothing could ever get in the way so that makes them technically soulmates, right? a pair of vile monsters destined to come together & fulfill each other's longing, indulging in every dark secret instead of just stashing it away. this is precisely why he'd left that message, & why he's here tonight; to let the other know.

to ' help ' him understand.

still, for just a moment ── that very fraction of a second in which ayato sat up ── envy honestly believed that he was going to dart out of bed & flee, that he'd never see him again, but the young vampire pressed in tight... allowing for envy's cold hands to reach for him in the shadows. they felt him tremble softly. so sweetly vulnerable, so terribly, terribly exposed. he could barely even sit up as they hugged, painting a wide, devilish smile 'pon those murderous lips. oh, no. no. he wouldn't even dream of moving. not when ayato is begging to be saved.

❝ shhh.... ❝ so the little killer hushes, his sharp fangs glimmering wickedly in the dark, ❝ shhhh... hush now... ❝ pushing the other slowly down, envy towers over & with one hand resting next to ayato's head, proceeds to wipe away the falling tears. the touch being strikingly gentle yet cold, but no more than the putrid gaze that suddenly weights down 'pon the vampire, peering right into his quivering soul.

❝ . . . . . ❝

a long moment of silence ensues just then, followed by the black nailed fingers slowly brushing their way into a sea of red hair, so delicately crowning those porcelain features. they are breathtakingly gorgeous & divine, & shall be forever. isn't that wonderful? with that amount of time, ayato & him will surely become like two birds of a feather & the whole world as we know it shall burn at their feet. what the other really needs now is a little push, a little reassure, ( if not some good old discipline, ) making the little killer lower with curiosity & vice, bit by bit pressing their hips together before propping up on both elbows for support.

right there & then, he whispers to him softly, muttering in a low, dark, almost purring tone, ❝ you can... never... get rid of me... ❝ only for the wicked smile to fade, & just like that, seal those nightmares with a slow, most haunting kiss.