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Daylight (Darkness Finds You Universe #11)

(Song: "Daylight" by Taylor Swift.

Warnings: Mention of Grief and Illness, Hurt/Comfort.

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters "Pronunciation of her name-- Lai-shuh" (played by Ana De Armas), featuring Malakai Black and Lyra Crowe Budgen (Lilith Czar-- played by Mothica)

Word Count: 6,333

Synopsis: While Chris and Lycia are doing their first photoshoot together, Lycia gets an emergency call from her brothers and has to hurry back home to Baltimore.

And we're back! I hope you enjoy this one, this is the first part of another three part piece! Co-written with @blackrose-92! x Tiger)

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Photoshoot: September 8th, 2023

Today, Chris and I are at a secret location to do our first photoshoot together for Halloween since I’ll be tagging along with him when his band headlines “The Touring The End of The World” tour, and these photos are also going to be another confirmation that we’ve been together. Usually, I’m the one behind the camera and not in front of it, so I feel a but shy and nervous, because the last time that I’d been in any type of photo, was when my relationship with Chris was leaked to the public during Motionless In White’s headline of the Trinity of Terror Tour with Black Veil Brides and Ice Nine Kills last year.

I can feel myself beginning to be quite uneasy as I’m getting my makeup done by Chris’s friend, Angela Undead. I can’t stop shaking and my breathing heightens. A few moments pass and I feel a hand on my lap, I open my eyes and I see Chris– who looks incredibly attractive in his all black suit and black vinyl gloves, his purple hair being the only splash of color in contrast to his suit.

“You okay, baby?” Chris asks as I look into his calm brown eyes, I sigh and nod as my hand moves toward his. His hand curls into mine, our fingers intertwine in perfect sync.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I’ve just never been in front of a camera before, I’m the one who’s usually behind them,” I confess as I look away from his tender gaze. Chris’s hand slips from mine and I feel it against the side of my face, his finger tracing my cheekbone.

“Hey. Look at me,” He whispers and I turn my head to face him, I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks. “You have nothing to worry about, Lycia. You’re gorgeous and I’m right here with you. We can do this together.”

“But, I’m afraid of how the public’s going to react to these photos when they’re out in the world.” My voice is small and quiet but Chris can still hear me. Chris leans in closer to me, his breath hot against my skin.

My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in

Everyone looked worse in the light

There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven

I'll tell you the truth but never goodbye

“Fuck the public. This is about us. About you and me, Lycia. Not them,” He murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “We’ll face the world together, no matter what.”

My heart begins to race as I feel Chris’s hand on my waist, pulling me close to him. I can feel the strength in his arms, it makes me feel safe and protected. I pause for a moment and wrap my arms around his tattooed neck, my dark red nails running through his purple hair.

“You always seem to never have any doubts about us,” I whisper as I look into Chris’s brown eyes. “How do you do that?”

Chris smiles at me and runs his fingers through my caramel brown and purple hair before it moves down my neck and rests on my shoulder.

“Because, Lycia, our love is one of a kind. It’s not something that happens every day and when it does, you hold onto it with all your might. I know what we have is special and I don’t doubt it for one second.” Chris murmurs as I feel a warmth spread throughout my body.

I know that he’s right. We have a connection that’s deeper than anything I have ever felt before, even more so than what I felt back when I was still with my first love, Marcus before he died. I couldn’t help thinking about Marcus, I wonder what he would say about me and Chris if he were still alive. I suddenly feel guilty for betraying the love I had for him. Chris notices the change in my demeanor and pulls away slightly, searching my face for any sign of distress.

“Lycia? Are you okay?” He asks, concern etched on his face.

I shake my head, my eyes filling with tears. “I’m sorry, Chris. I don’t know why I thought of him.”

Chris pulls me closer, his arms wrapping tightly around me, offering comfort. “It’s okay, Lycia. I understand. Marcus was a big part of your life and he always will be, but he’s gone now and you need to focus on us right now. The present. The future.”

I nod, my tears dampening Chris’s black suit jacket. I sniffle and look up at him, my eyes red and puffy.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just that sometimes, I can’t help but think that I’m betraying him by being with you.” I admit, feeling guilty once again. Chris’s expression softens and he wipes my tears away with his vinyl gloved thumb.

“Honey, you’re not betraying him. What we have now is completely separate from what you had with him. You’re allowed to move forward and find love again,” Chris says, his eyes boring into mine. I nod, my breathing starting to even out. “And besides, if Marcus were here, he would want you to be happy. He would want you to find someone who loves you just as much as he did.”

“You’re right,” I say, my voice steady. “I’m not going to let my past hold me back from being happy with you. I love you, Chris. I want to take these photos with you and show the world we’re together.”

Chris smiles and leans down to kiss my temple. “That’s my girl.” He says, his voice laced with pride. “Let's go take some damn good photos and show everyone what they’ve been missing.”

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night

And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

“And I can make your photoshoot just as special,” Chris and I turn our heads after hearing the familiar Dutch accent of our friend, Malakai Black, who walks on set with Lyra by his side. My eyes widen in surprise at hearing this. “I’ve taken plenty of photos of Lyra for BlxckMass, my clothing line when we were first starting out.”

Excitement and gratitude fills my whole being as I look at Malakai and at Lyra, who nods in agreement with him.

“Are you serious?” I ask, my eyes shining with anticipation as Malakai nods.

“Of course, it would be my pleasure,” Malakai replies with a smile, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. I beam with excitement, feeling happy to be surrounded by such a supportive group of friends.

“Thank you so much, Malakai. You have no idea how much this means to me,” I reply, feeling tears of joy prickle in the corners of my eyes. Malakai gives me a warm hug before stepping back and getting to work. I feel Chris’s hand slip into mine, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You ready, babe?” He asks me with a smile. I nod, feeling a sense of calmness wash over me. I know I can do this, with Chris and my friends by my side.

“Yeah, let’s do this.” Chris’s smile widens as he places a soft kiss on the back of my hand.

“Okay. I’ll see you on set,” Chris murmurs as he places a soft kiss on my lips as a grin crosses my face as he, Malakai and Lyra leave so I can finish getting ready.

Angela finishes up my makeup, which is a smokey and vampy look– black eyeshadow and burgundy lips. I change into my dress, which is the “Anaya” dress from Fashion Nova– the dress is made of black faux leather with cut-outs on the side and showing off my fox and deer antler tattoos on my sides and showing off my phoenix tattoo on my hip.

I complete the outfit with a pair of black fishnet stockings and my black faux leather heeled boots from Lamoda. I have my hair curled and I adjust my golden wolf necklace on my neck. I walk out of the dressing room, my heels clicking on the floor.

I walk on set to see Chris, who’s sitting on the black and gray gothic couch that we’ll be using for the shoot. His jaw drops to the floor when he sees me, and I can see that he’s trying to hold himself back because he’s turned on by me. He continues to stare at me until Lyra snaps her fingers in his face to get his attention.

“Hey, save it for your Werewolf performance, dude.” Lyra mutters and Malakai snickers softly as Chris pinches the bridge of his nose, being reminded of how he would thrust his hips near his mic stand when he’d be singing Werewolf on stage.

"Why are you talking about that performance again?” I ask as I glance over at Lyra, Chris meets my eyes and shrugs his shoulders.

“You look stunning in that dress, honey,” Chris murmurs, his voice husky with desire. My eyes widen as I realize what he means and I facepalm. I hear Malakai and Lyra laugh in the background.

“Please tell me that your pants are still dry,” I mutter as Lyra leans in and her hand covers my ear.

“They almost weren’t,” Lyra whispers as Malakai realizes what Lyra told me and he bursts out laughing.

“Can we please get this fucking shoot over with?” Chris grumbles as he glares daggers at Lyra and Malakai nods in agreement.

“Sure, man. Alright, you two. Let’s get started,” Malakai told us as he instructed us to pose. Chris pulls me into his lap, my chest against his back as he nuzzles his face into my hair. I can’t help but feel a little giddy at the thought of being so close to the man I love. My favorite pose is when I lean back to look at him and Chris moves his face close to mine, our noses barely touching as I breathe him in– cologne, coffee and pumpkin spice filling my nose.

I close my eyes as I feel his warm breath on my cheek, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. The way he looks at me makes me feel like I’m the only woman in the world that matters to him. I feel Chris’s hands slide down my arms, as he pulls me closer– our lips just inches apart.

But before our lips could meet, Malakai clears his throat, causing Chris and I to jump slightly apart in embarassment. He captures the perfect shot, our love and chemistry evident in the way we look at each other.

“Okay, that’s a wrap,” Malakai says, smiling at the two of us. “You guys were amazing.”

“Thanks, man,” Chris says, grinning from ear to ear. “Can’t wait to see the finished product.”

I look at Chris, feeling grateful and happy. I feel a sense of contentment in my heart and know that, with Chris by my side, I could face anything that comes my way. I lean in and kiss him, my lips soft and supple against his. As we pull away, I see the love and adoration on his face and we hug each other tightly, feeling the warmth and love only we can give each other.

“I love you,” Chris whispers softly, his hand on the back of my head as he strokes my hair.

“I love you too,” I reply, feeling tears of happiness roll down my cheeks. Suddenly, as our lips are about to meet again, my phone starts ringing. I sigh, pull away from Chris and get off the couch. Lyra hands me my phone.

“Hello?” I speak and I hear a small pause on the other line as I stand, crossing one leg over the other.

“Hey, sis,” It’s my brother, Nicholas. Nicholas has been trying to call me a few times while Chris and I’ve been at our photoshoot. Our conversation switches from English to Portuguese quickly as he tells me that Adrian is in the hospital and isn’t doing well and Chris has a look of worry on his face as I pace back and forth on set.

I end the call ten minutes later and I start to cry, I bury my face in my hands. Chris stands up then and he walks over to me.

“Honey? Is everything okay?” He asks, I look up at him with tears streaming down my face.

“That was my brother, Nicholas,” I say. “Him and my middle brother, Colin, just called to tell me that my little brother, Adrian, isn’t doing well.”

Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky

And so I became the butt of the joke

Chris’s eyes widen as he remembers when I told him how close I am with my three brothers, including Adrian, who had found me after I had overdosed on heroin and had gotten me the medical attention I needed when I had lost Marcus. He takes my hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“Is he okay? What happened?” Chris asks, concern etches on his face. I shake my head, tears still streaming down my face.

“I don’t know yet. They said he’s in the hospital and it doesn’t look good. I have to fly back home to Baltimore and see him.” I say, my voice is shaking with emotion. Chris wraps his strong arms around me, holding me close as I cry into his chest.

“I’m coming with you,” He says firmly, his voice filling up with determination. I look up at him and I’m touched by his offer.

“You don’t have to,” I say with a shaky voice. “I don’t want to burden you with my family drama.”

“Hey. Stop it,” Chris murmurs sternly, wiping away my tears with his thumb. “You are not a burden to me, Lycia Rose and you never will be. I love you and I’m here for you, no matter what.”

I look up at Chris and I know deep down that I love him more than anything and the fact that he’s willing to be here for me during my family’s crisis is all I need to know.

“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice is full of emotion. “I love you so much.”

Chris smiles down at me, his brown eyes filled with love and tenderness. “I love you too, Lycia. Let’s go see your brother.”

Without another word, we grab our things and head out of the studio, hand in hand. As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for Chris and the love and support he always gives me. I know that no matter what, we would face it together.

Baltimore/Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport: Baltimore, Maryland– September 9th, 2023.

The journey back home to Baltimore was exhausting so I wear a simple outfit of a black bomber jacket, a red baby tee from Nasty Gal that says “She Devil” on it, a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and my Vans, filled with silent moments that were cut only by the sound of me sniffling every now and then.

Chris, despite being an anxious mess when he goes on flights, holds my hand and rubs his thumb over the back of my knuckles, his eyes never straying from my face. He knows he has to be strong for me, be the rock I can lean on when things get tough. He knows that the next few days are going to be difficult, but he knows that he has to be there for me.

When we arrive in Baltimore, my brothers are waiting for me at the airport. Nicholas, my older brother who has my brown hair and green eyes and a half sleeve of traditional tattoos on his left arm, wore a white button-down shirt and a pair of gray jeans and converse on his feet. My middle brother, Colin, has his black hair up in a bun, hazel eyes bright and wears a Scream shirt from Saints of The Undead that has Ghostface on the front of it, a pair of skinny jeans and boots.

They rush to me as soon as they see me with Chris, hugging me tightly and telling me how much they love me as Chris steps back to let me have my moment with my brothers but stays close in case I need him. I then turn to Chris and I wave him over toward me and my brothers, Chris walks up to me and he takes my hand in his.

“Nicholas, Colin. This is my boyfriend, Chris. Chris, these are my brothers.” I say. Chris shakes hands with Nicholas and Colin, his face solemn and serious. He can see that my brothers are also worried about Adrian’s condition.

“Thank you for coming with Lycia,” Nicholas says, his voice laced with gratitude. “We appreciate it.”

“Of course,” Chris replies. “I’m here for her.”

Colin put his hand on my shoulder, looking at her with concern and love. “Let’s go to the hospital, sis. We need to see Adrian.”

I nod as I wipe away tears from my eyes as I walk alongside my brothers toward the exit, Colin takes one look back at Chris as he walks next to me and says to me softly: “Your boyfriend looks so familiar. What does he do professionally?”

“My boyfriend’s the lead singer of Motionless In White,” I reply as Colin’s eyes widen in recognition.

“Wait, Chris Motionless? THE Chris Motionless?!” Colin whispers as I chuckle lightly at his reaction.

“Yes, that Chris Motionless,” I tell him with a smile on my face.

“Wow,” Colin says, impressed. “I had no idea you were dating such a famous musician.”

I blush, feeling a bit uncomfortable with the attention. “He’s just Chris to me,” I say softly, feeling Chris’s hand squeeze mine in reassurance as we head for the hospital.

I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked

Clearin' the air, I breathed in the smoke

We reach the hospital, University of Maryland Medical Center and my heart is racing. I can’t bear the thought of losing my baby brother, I already have lost my first love and the grief nearly killed me in the past. I’m thankful that Chris is here with me, holding my hand tightly, giving me the strength I need to face anything that comes my way.

We enter the hospital room and find Adrian hooked up to multiple machines, my heart aches at the sight of seeing my little brother like this. I rush to his side, tears stream down my face as I hold his hand tightly. Chris stands behind me, a hand on my back as he offers me some silent support.

The hours ticked by as my family and I wait for updates on Adrian’s condition. Chris stays by my side the whole time, never leaving me alone. He knows how difficult it is for me to watch my brother struggle like this, and he’s determined to stay there no matter what.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the doctor comes in to give us all an update. He explains that Adrian has contracted some strain of pneumonia after being infected with COVID and is in critical condition but the hospital staff are doing their best to keep him alive. The news hit me hard and I burst into tears again. Chris wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly as I cry into his chest.

It was a sleepless night for me and my family. We all have barely slept, all of us taking turns by Adrian’s side, watching him breathe through the machines. I sigh and wipe away my tears as I glance into the window of Adrian’s room. Nicholas walks up to me and gives me a side hug, I lay my head on his shoulder as I listen to the beeps of the machines in Adrian’s room.

“So, how’s Chris treating you?” Nicholas asks as I pull away from the hug. “You know, since Marcus died?”

“He’s wonderful,” I explain. “He’s been my rock through all of this, I have never had someone love me the way that he does, he always makes me laugh and he surprises me when I don’t expect him to.”

“Like right now?” Nicholas and I turn to see Chris walking towards me with a pumpkin spice latte and food for my brothers from Starbucks in his hand. He kisses me on the cheek as he hands me my coffee and food. “And something to brighten your day.”

Chris pulls out a single Queen of The Night tulip from behind his back, I feel tears spring into my eyes at the sight of my favorite dark purple flower in his hand.

“Chris, you didn’t have to do this,” I say softly.

“I know, honey, but I wanted to,” Chris replies, smiling at me. “I’d do anything to make you feel even a little bit better.”

I lean in to kiss Chris, grateful for his unwavering love and support. As I pull away, Chris takes my hand in his. “Let’s go for a walk. Some fresh air will do you some good.”

I nod and follow Chris out of the hospital, taking my coffee and food with me as we walk in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth of the sun on our skin and the cool breeze blowing through our hair.

As we walk, I can’t help but still feel guilty. Guilty over any type of happiness while Adrian’s fighting for his life in that hospital bed. Chris senses my distress as he squeezes my hand gently.

“What’s the matter, my sweet Lycia?” He asks. “Talk to me.”

“It’s just not fair,” My voice shakes with emotion as I speak. “Why did this have to happen to Adrian? He didn’t deserve to be going through this.”

Chris pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly as I cry into his chest. His fingers run through my caramel brown and purple hair, his heart aching as he listens to my sobs.

“Honey, look at me,” Chris put both of his tattooed hands on my face, lifting it up so our eyes met, yellow-green hazel and brown. “I know it’s not fair, but we can’t change what happened. All we can do now is be there for him and hope for the best.”

“I can’t lose him, Chris,” I sniffle. “I’ve already lost Marcus and that damn near killed me, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my baby brother too.”

Chris wipes away my tears and pulls me into another embrace, his chin resting on the top of my head.

“You won’t lose him, Lycia,” He whispers. “Adrian is strong, just like you are. He’ll pull through this, you have to trust me. I know you’re worried and I know you’re scared. But you have me, baby. You will always have me.”

Maybe you ran with the wolves and refused to settle down

Maybe I've stormed out of every single room in this town

Threw out our cloaks and our daggers because it's morning now

It's brighter now, now

I feel a flicker of warmth ignite in my chest as Chris speaks, his words sinking in and calming my nerves. I look up at him, my yellow-green hazel eyes meeting his calm brown ones and I see the sincerity and love behind them. I know he’s right, Adrian is strong and he will pull through this.

I pull away from Chris slightly and smile weakly at him. “Thank you, Christopher Cerulli. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Chris places a gentle kiss on my forehead and wraps an arm around me. “You won’t ever have to find out, Lycia. I’ll always be here for you, through thick and thin.”

We continue on our walk, taking peaceful steps through the grassy park adjacent to the hospital. I inhale the scent of my dark purple tulip and feel the comfort of Chris’s touch as we walk. The sun’s setting, painting the sky with hues of pink and purple as we sit on a bench.

I feel a wave of peace wash over me as I look over at my Chris Motionless, whose purple hair matches the purple of the sunset sky, his jawline and neck tattoo and his brown eyes which hold so much love for me, I feel my heart flutter in my chest.

As we sat there, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for Chris’s love. I know it’s rare to find someone who loves you unconditionally, accepts and supports you through everything and cherishes every moment with you. I found that in Chris and I’m grateful for it every day.

But as the sun sets and the sky darkens, my thoughts turn back to Adrian and his condition. My heart aches with worry and fear. He notices my distress and pulls me closer, his arm protectively around my shoulders.

“Hey, now.” He says softly, cupping my chin and tilting my face so I look at him. “Don’t worry so much, my love. Everything’s going to be okay.”

I nod but my fears continue to plague my mind. I lean my head against Chris’s broad chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart and drawing comfort from it. In this moment, I know I’m safe with him and he would do anything to keep it that way.

As we sit there, a cool breeze picks up and sends a shiver through my body and I left my bomber jacket inside the hospital with Nicholas and Adrian. Chris notices and immediately stands up, taking off his leather jacket. Without a single word, he drapes it over my shoulders, his fingers lingering on my skin for a moment.

I stare up at Chris, struck by the tenderness of his gesture. I could feel his warmth through the jacket as well as smell his cologne too. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, smiling softly at him as I shake my head.

“What?” Chris asks as he looks at me and tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“I just love being in love with you, Christopher Cerulli,” I whisper. Chris grins at my words, feeling a rush of affection towards me. He leans in and kisses me deeply, his lips moving with mine with a passion that makes my heart race.

“I love being in love with you too, Lycia,” Chris murmurs against my lips when we finally pull away. “You mean everything to me.”

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

(Things will never be the same)

My smile widens as I lean in to kiss him again, our lips meet in perfect sync. As we kiss, I hear my phone go off, I break our kiss and look down at my phone to see a text message from our friend, Malakai Black.

Malakai: Hey Lycia. I have a few photos from the shoot I took of you and Chris the other day. Sending them to you now.

I feel a sudden excitement surge through me, eager to see the photos. I show the message to Chris and we both look through the photos, admiring the stunning shots Malakai had captured.

“You look so beautiful,” Chris says, his eyes fixed on the photo of us sitting on the black and gray gothic couch, him sitting up against the wall with me in his arms.

“You’re not too bad looking yourself, Motionless,” I tease, a playful gleam in my eyes. Chris chuckles and pulls me close in his arms, kissing my forehead sweetly.

“Let’s go check on your little brother,” He says, his tone more serious. I nod and stand up, Chris following suit with his arm still wrapped around me. As we walk back through the entryway of the hospital and go up to Adrian’s room, I pause when I see my parents, Daniel and Sophia, sitting with Nicholas and Colin.

“Honey? What’s the matter?” Chris asks. I look over at Chris, my eyes fill with angry tears as I grit my teeth, remembering the years of verbal abuse my parents put me through after I was sexually assaulted at fourteen. I go to confront them but Nicholas steps in front of me.

“Mom, Dad, I know you’re here to see Adrian, but if you say anything negative towards our sister, you both can leave right now.” Nicholas says.

I give my brother a small hug before turning to my parents. “You don’t get to act like everything is normal. I’m glad you’re here for Adrian but don’t even think of minimizing my feelings. I know what you’ve said to me in the past and I’ll never forget it.”

With that, I turn away so they couldn’t see the tears falling down my face. Chris put his arm around me and pull me close to him.

“You don’t have to talk to them if you don’t want to,” He whispers before leading me out of the room.

Once we’re in the hallway, I cry into his shirt as Chris holds me close, not saying a word. He just wants to make sure that I’m okay. When the tears stop, Chris tightens his arms around me, not releasing me until I’m ready to talk. When I step back, he looks into my eyes and wipes away my tears.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” He says. “I know your parents hurt you and that just can’t be erased. But I’m here for you and will do anything I can to help you heal.”

I give him a warm smile and hug him again, my arms wrapping around his neck and my fingers stroking his purple hair. When our eyes meet again, my heart melts.

I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night

(Now I'm wide awake)

And now I see daylight (Daylight), I only see daylight (Daylight)

“Thank you, Chris.” I say softly, leaning in for a kiss. “Thank you for being here for me, holding me when I need you to. I love you.”

Chris smiles and kisses me back before taking my hand in his and leading me back to go check on Adrian. Through the rest of the visit, I’m grateful to have Chris by my side, understanding my pain and comforting me when it got to be too much.

The next day, after being in the hospital with my brothers and worrying so much about Adrian’s condition, Chris decides to take me out on a date in Baltimore. I’d been woken up by feeling Chris kissing all over my skin.

“Good morning, beautiful,” He says as he looks into my eyes, his bare tattooed upper body on display. I smile and hug him tightly, thankful for his undying support. I know I can rely on him when things get rough and he understands me like no one else. I know I’m lucky to have him in my life.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me and continue to do for me,” I say as I kiss him on the lips sweetly. Chris blushes and smiles at my words.

“You don’t have to thank me,” He murmurs. “I just want to make sure you’re happy and you’re able to enjoy life even during tough times. Now, let’s get dressed and go have some fun, okay?”

I nod and get out of bed and change into my outfit– an oversized Scooby Doo graphic tee from Nasty Gal, a pair of black wet look leggings from Black Milk Clothing as well as one of Chris’s faux leather jackets, I’m now ready to revisit my old stomping grounds in Baltimore with Chris by my side. We start our day with Chris surprising me by taking me to go get some lovely vegan breakfast, as well as taking me back to my favorite place and escape– Edgar Allan Poe’s Home & Museum.

As we walk through the rooms of Poe’s house, I can’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia– remembering when I used to come here to escape when I was growing up, how it became one of the first places I took photos of when I started out in the photography field. Now, with Chris by my side, the experience’s much sweeter. I take Chris’s hand in mine and led him into one of the smaller rooms with a nook.

“Can we sit here for a moment?” I ask as I point to the cushioned nook. Chris nods and sits down, pulling me into his lap.

“You know, this place has always given me a sense of relief,” I say as I lean my head on his shoulder. “I used to come here to escape everything that was happening in my life. This place is actually one of the first places that I took photographs of when I was first starting out as a photographer.”

(Now I'm wide awake)

And now I see daylight (Daylight), I only see daylight (Daylight)

I only see daylight, daylight, daylight, daylight

Chris rests his chin on my shoulder as he listens to me, he knows how much this place means to me and he’s glad he could be here with me.

“I remember you telling me on our first date,” He says softly. “You’ve come so far since then. You’re an amazing photographer, Lycia.”

I smile as I feel a rush of pride wash over me as I look into his loving brown eyes, my hand reaching up to caress his tattooed jawline.

“Thanks, Chris. You always know how to make me feel better,” I say. Chris leans in to kiss me deeply, he loves the way my lips feel against his and how my body seems to melt in his arms. He would do anything for me.

After our visit to Poe’s house and seeing his gravesite, Chris and I decide to take a boat ride out on the water. It’s a beautiful day, despite it being a bit chilly out and the water is calm and sparkling. As we board the boat, hand in hand, Chris can’t help but look over at me– I’m a sight to behold, my caramel brown and purple hair waving in the breeze, my yellow-green hazel eyes gleaming with excitement.

Chris knows that he’s lucky to have me in his life and kept the promise to make sure that I’m happy every day that we’re together. The boat ride is a peaceful one, the two of us sitting close by as we watch the water go by. I lean my head on Chris’s chest and I let out a contented sigh.

“This place is so beautiful,” I say. “I’m glad we decided to come out here, I’ve missed it so much.”

Chris smiles and wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

“Not as beautiful as you are,” He says. “I just want to make you happy, Lycia and to clear your mind today. You mean so much to me.”

I smile and look at Chris, my eyes piercing his soul as my fingers caress his face.

“You make me happy every day, Chris. There’s no one else I’d rather be than with you.” I lean in and capture his lips with mine in a passionate kiss, both of us savoring the moment. Chris holds me close, never letting go of me.

We pull away from the kiss, where Chris proceeds to place small butterfly kisses on my face, making me start to giggle. He wanted to hear me laugh, he hadn’t heard it since we’d arrived in Baltimore because I’ve been so worried about Adrian being in the hospital.

As our laughter died down and we sit down in comfortable silence, I begin to fiddle with the bottom of my shirt, pulling at the fabric nervously. Chris can tell that something is on my mind.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Chris asks, gently. I sigh and meet his calm brown eyes.

“I’m just worried about Adrian,” I say, my voice filled with sadness. “I feel like I should be there with him.”

Chris reaches over and takes my hand in his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“We’ll go and see him after this,” Chris murmurs. “But for now, let’s just enjoy this moment together.”

I nod, a small smile crossing my face. We continue our boat ride, the sun beginning to set over the horizon. It’s getting colder but Chris didn’t want to let go of my hand. He knows that there are tough times ahead and he also knows that he and I are in it together, no matter what.

And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

As the boat ride comes to an end, Chris leans in to whisper in my ear: “I love you more than anything in this world.”

I turn to him and with a smile on my face, whispered back: “I love you more than anything in this world too.”

We share another sweet kiss together before we head back to the hospital together to see Adrian and as long as I have Chris with me– I can face this and get through it.

And I can still see it all (In my head)

Back and forth from New York (Sneakin' in your bed)

I once believed love would be (Burnin' red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

Like daylight, daylight…..

#darkness finds you universe #chris motionless x lycia winters #chris motionless #motionless in white #chris motionless fan fic #motionless in white fan fic #Spotify

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The Glory and The Scum (Darkness Finds You Universe #6)

(Song: "The Glory and The Scum" by Delain.

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters "Pronunciation-- Lai-shuh" (played by Ana De Armas), featuring Lyra Crowe Büdgen (Lilith Czar-- played by Mothica) and Malakai Black.

Warning: Drama, Mild Fight Scene, Hurt/Comfort.

Synopsis: When Motionless In White are headlining Aftershock and are playing alongside with Falling In Reverse, all hell breaks loose when Ronnie Radke tries to apologize to Lycia for his tweets about her.

Word Count: 4,131

A/N: and we're back, and once again: Fuck Ronnie Radke. Enough said. Enjoy. x Tiger. Co-written with @blackrose-92!

Aftershock Festival– October 7th, 2022: Sacramento, California.

(Lycia’s POV)

I wake up to very loud noises from inside the bus and I groan as I stirred and I woke up– seeing that I’m alone inside of mine and Chris’s bunk. I sigh as I hear what sounds like Call of Duty. I roll my eyes and I change out of my black tee and black satin pajama shorts, and into a strapless black lace corset bodysuit from Boohoo, a dark gray skirt from Disturbia and my “Assimilator” boots from Killstar. I put in a pair of gold hoop earrings to match my wolf necklace and coffin ring, and put on a light amount of makeup.

“Lyra!” I hear both Chris and Malakai yell for Lyra, who’s also on the bus this morning. I sigh as I walk out to the front of the bus, where I see Lyra sitting near the driver’s seat in her black mesh bodysuit with a black tank top underneath, a pair of gray skinny jeans from Nasty Gal and her own Killstar boots, while Chris, Malakai, Justin and Ricky are all playing Call of Duty. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

“All right, children,” Lyra mutters. I give her a confused look, raising my eyebrows.

“Does this happen a lot?” I ask and Lyra begrudgingly shakes her head at me, making me chuckle.

Lyra and I both hear Malakai curse in Dutch after both he and Chris are shot and killed in the game. Chris glances over at Lyra with a confused look.

“You don’t wanna know what he just said, alright?” Lyra says as Malakai laughs as Chris sees me and offers me his hand after pausing the game. I smile as I take it and intertwine our fingers together, he pulls me into his lap– making me giggle.

“Good morning, baby,” Chris murmurs as he gives me a small kiss.

“Good morning, my love.” I say as I kiss him on the cheek, making Justin and Ricky gag. I flip them off as Malakai chuckles. I pecked his lips as I got off his lap and got my laptop and camera to start editing the photos from the last Trinity of Terror tour show, the photos I took of not just Chris and Motionless but of Lyra, Black Veil Brides and Ice Nine Kills.

“Your girl edits photos? That seems kind of nerdy, don’t you think?” Malakai replies as Chris glares at him and I grin at my boyfriend defending me.

“Says the one who has Transformers and Gundams in our house,” Lyra mumbles. I hear Chris start snickering.

“Thank you, wife.” Malakai grumbles and a Dutch curse leaves his breath. “For bringing that up.”

“Love you too, husband,” I hear Lyra say in an innocent tone– making me, Chris, Justin and Ricky laugh as I close down my laptop after sending some of my photos to Jeremy. I grab my camera and pull Chris away from the screen, giving him a kiss.

“I’m going to go take photos of Spiritbox,” I say as I slip my photography pass around my neck. Chris nods and gives me another kiss.

“You’ll be back for our set, right?” He asks and I nod, kissing him again before taking off. I step out of the bus when I slip on a pair of Chris’s sunglasses and head out to the Jack Daniel’s stage, where Spiritbox would be playing. I headed into the pit as the show was about to begin.

As I got my camera ready to shoot, I noticed a figure in all black approaching me. He wasn’t just all in black, he was covered completely in black ink. There was something about him that put me on edge. I didn’t know who he was, but he looked very similar to the drug dealer who used me for heroin. I couldn’t hear him fully as the band was playing but I could see that he was mouthing “I’m sorry” to me.

We all live in unforgiving precarious ways

If it bleeds it leads

Is all we seem to hear today

Thorns remain while flowers fade

I had to get out of there. Now. I take a few more photos and slip out amongst the crowd, back into the VIP area and backstage, I look over my shoulder to see him following me. I started to run, trying to find Motionless’s bus.

“Lycia, wait! I wanted to apologize to you for what I said on Twitter.” And then it hit me. It’s Ronnie, the same person who tried to ruin my career with his tweets.

“Stay away from me,” I say as my breath heightens as panic runs through my body. “I don’t want to hear your bullshit apology after you nearly ruined my career. Please leave me alone.”

The minute I see Malakai, Lyra and my boyfriend, I scream at the top of my lungs for Chris. He hears my scream, causing him to panic too as he quickly runs over to my side, he wraps his arm around me firmly and glares at Ronnie.

Monster

Such a noble novelty

Monster

Such a proper prodigy

Monster

It is all enrolled in you and me

“You better give me a good explanation of why I shouldn't go get House of Black right now and let them tear you apart," Chris threatens.

“Oh, look who it is,” Ronnie says. “I was trying to apologize to your girlfriend for what I said on Twitter about her, in exchange for the apology you owe Escape The Fate.”

I hear a sinister laugh from Chris as he moves in front of me, preventing Ronnie from getting any closer to me. “You’re really expecting an apology from me? After your actions in trying to sabotage my girlfriend’s career? Not a chance, asshole.”

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(Lyra’s POV)

Malakai, Brody, Buddy and I were heading back to Motionless In White’s bus after seeing the end of Spiritbox’s set– when we noticed a small crowd forming near the bus. I raise a brow and I see that it’s Chris, who’s arguing with Ronnie Radke. I let out a deep breath.

“Motherfucker,” I mutter, getting Malakai’s attention. He walks up to me and takes my hand for a second, looking at me with concern as I point in the direction of Chris and Ronnie– who are now getting into each other’s faces as I look over to see Lycia in tears. I walk over to her direction, quietly ushering her away from the scene until Chris can calm her down.

I hear Buddy and Brody curse and Malakai does too in Dutch. They race over to Chris as he’s about to raise his fist and punch Ronnie’s lights out, Malakai and Buddy grabbing him and pulling him back. Brody being bigger so he’s able to physically lift Chris off the ground.

“Don’t think for a second that you’ll get away unscathed, Radke,” Malakai says through his teeth. “It doesn’t matter whether you’re dating Saraya or not. If you approach Lycia, Chris or Lyra again, Brody, Buddy and I will tear you to pieces and leave your remains for Chris to do whatever he wants with. That’s no idle threat: It’s a guarantee. Come for them again and The House will make you pay for it.”

Buddy nods in agreement as Ronnie takes a few steps back, before trying to punch him. Malakai does a knee strike at him, not to hurt him but to scare him, his eyes widening in fear as he flinches. A malicious smile crossed Malakai’s face. “Go on then, Ronnie. I dare you.”

We start walking away to Motionless’s bus as the crowd settles and moves on, Malakai turns around with Brody, Buddy, myself and Chris following. I see Lycia crying uncontrollably.

“Brody, let Chris go. They need to be together,” I hear a warmth in Malakai’s voice as Brody nods, releasing Chris from his grasp, who had been panting with anger toward Ronnie but it subsides after he sees Lycia.

Either wasteland or wonderland

Look at what we've done

Take a step back

Shake your head at what we have become

We're the glory and the scum

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(Lycia’s POV)

Tears fell down my face as I buried my face into my hands, my heart racing with anxiousness. I hear someone take a step toward me, I feel what I thought were hands on me and I flinch in fear.

“Get away from me, Ronnie!” I say and I feel the same touch but it’s gentle, it’s on both of my shoulders and it’s tracing my skin until I hear a familiar but soothing voice. “Lycia. Lycia, it’s me. You’re safe now.”

I opened my eyes and I saw the warm and comforting brown eyes of my boyfriend. Chris. I moved close to him and I clutched him close to me tightly. I nuzzled my head into his chest and he wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on top of my head as we embraced each other. “Shh. What happened?”

“R-Ronnie resembles the drug dealer that used me,” My voice is small as I feel Chris getting tense as he holds me. “Please make him leave. I’m scared that he might hurt me.”

I feel him run a finger along my face with tenderness, wiping away my tears. “Honey. Lyra and House of Black are here for you. They won’t let anyone near you, not even him. Nor will I. That’s my promise to you.”

I look up to meet his gaze as he leans in; our foreheads touch and I feel the warmth of his hands on my lower back. “I’m supposed to be the one to take care of you. But I’m still scared of Ronnie.” I sniff.

“Sh. I understand, baby. Those memories must have come back now. But don’t worry when I’m around, whether it’s Ronnie or the dealer himself, they’ll never hurt you again.” He tucks a fallen strand of my caramel brown hair behind my ear.

I nod and I press my lips to his in a gentle kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, intertwining my fingers in his black hair as we kiss. When we part, he pulls me closer into an embrace. He gazes into my eyes.

“No one will take you away from me,” He whispers, reassuringly. “I will always take care of you. Always.”

Monster

Sewer of uncertainty

Monster

Creator of entropy

Monster

It is all enrolled in you and me

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(Lyra’s POV)

I’m still fuming with anger because of seeing Ronnie. Malakai, Brody and Buddy are standing outside of Motionless’s bus, we’re keeping an eye on Chris– who has Lycia in his arms and is holding her while also keeping an extra eye out in case Ronnie comes back for us again. Malakai glances over at the both of them because I know how much he cares, so I know that he’s hating what happened with Lycia. I hated the fact that this motherfucker had to show his ugly head around my friends again.

I feel Malakai take my hand and pull me into a hug, I wrap my arms around him as he pressed his lips to my crimson hair.

“How did this happen, Lyra?” Malakai’s voice is gentle as he looks at me, green eyes shining. I sigh and nestle closer to him.

“Well, everything began when Ronnie took to the internet.” I explained. “Criticizing Chris and his band Motionless In White, he believed that Chris should apologize to him for something he had every right to do. Soon after you told me that his relationship with Lycia had been leaked, news spread about her struggle with heroin. Ronnie made her a target because of it. Chris informed me that she was nearly killed from a drug overdose of heroin.”

I see tears filling up my husband’s eyes. It had been such a long time since he had been around something like heroin but I know he had his past experiences with it. He looks over at Chris, who’s placing a soft kiss on Lycia’s temple as he’s comforting her. I hear him take a deep breath.

“She’s had it rough, hasn’t she?” His voice is soft and kind as I nod. “It breaks my heart.” I see him pause for a moment. “Chris keeps her close to him because she needs him; not just anyone can do what he does for her and take care of her like he can.”

I was shocked as I pulled back and looked up at the man I called my husband. Of course he would pick up on their relationship, he was so observant.

“That hadn’t occurred to me before,” I say. I lean over and place a soft kiss on Malakai’s cheek. “You’re so observant, even though it scares the hell out of me sometimes.”

I hear him laugh softly. “I apologize for scaring you, love. But you should be aware of this by now.” I nod and snuggle into his shoulder.

Suddenly we hear a commotion and not only do my head and Malakai’s snap up, but Chris and Lycia do as well. I see security guards kicking out Ronnie and Falling In Reverse. I breathed a sigh of relief. Oh, thank God. I thought.

“Chris Motionless started this! Not me!” I hear Ronnie yelling at the security guards as he’s being escorted to the gate.

“Shut up, Ronnie. You started it,” Malakai scoffs. “Get the fuck out of here.” We all burst into laughter as the gates closed behind Ronnie and his bandmates. I feel my phone vibrate in the back pocket of my gray skinny jeans and I pull it out to see that Saraya texted me.

Raya: Hey Lyra! I’m letting you know that Ronnie’s coming by Motionless’s bus at Aftershock to apologize to Chris’s girl, Lycia.

Well, fuck. I facepalm and I run my fingers through my crimson hair, Malakai looking at me with concern in his eyes.

“My timing sucks.” I say.

“Babe?” Malakai asks and I sigh as I look at him and Chris.

“Saraya sent Ronnie to come over here to apologize to Lycia for what he said. She just texted me.”

Chris scowls at me, eyes narrowing at me as he takes a deep breath and caresses Lycia’s arms with his fingers, as she’s leaning against him– trying to stay calm. “I don’t give a single fuck if Saraya sent him or not. Look at what happened. Lycia didn’t know who he was and it frightened her so much she almost had a fucking panic attack.”

“Whether he came by to apologize or not,” Lycia says as she’s playing with Chris’s fingers. “I don't ever want to see him. He reminds me of someone I’d rather not think about.”

I get another text message from Saraya and I unlock my phone to respond, telling her that it ended badly, she asked what happened and I told him that Brody had to lift Chris up so he wouldn’t punch Ronnie’s lights out. He got himself and Falling In Reverse kicked off the festival. She responds with a facepalm emoji. I locked my phone and put it back in my pocket.

I then see Chris talking to his tour manager while staying with Lycia and keeping her company. I see a huge smile on his face as his tour manager walks off.

“Well, looks like we’re taking Falling In Reverse’s spot and playing a bit later than we thought.” Chris says. I’m overjoyed as is Lycia, who kisses him softly. They start talking about adding a couple songs to their set list for later on tonight.

When Motionless played later tonight, they played Slaughterhouse with Brody making a guest appearance for the song. Chris and the band played Burned at Both Ends II as well and when he’s singing the song, I feel Malakai tap me on the shoulder and we both look over at Lycia, who’s standing side stage with us, Brody and Buddy and she’s crying. I try to go and check on her but Malakai stops me.

“She’s alright, Lyra,” Malakai says as he puts his arm around my waist. “She just found out that Chris wrote that song about her.”

My eyes widened. “He wrote Burned at Both Ends II for her?” I asked as Malakai nodded. “Aw, that’s so sweet of him.”

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(Lycia’s POV)

After Motionless leaves the stage, I see my man walk off too, so I jump into his arms, which catches him off guard. A chuckle accompanies his struggle to regain his balance. I have evident tears in my eyes, which are streaming down my cheeks as he pulls back.

“Whoa, babe. What’s wrong?” He asked.

“You wrote that song for me,” I sniffled as I looked into his warm and loving brown eyes. “You wrote Burned at Both Ends II for me.”

“How’d you know?” He stroked my caramel brown hair with his fingers.

“With a bit of help,” I say as I turn my head toward Malakai and Lyra, who give him a friendly wave. He sighs and shakes his head playfully. He looked at me and he lifted my chin with the palm of his hand.

“I wrote the original Burned at Both Ends about myself ten years ago,” Chris murmurs. “But when I began working on the sequel to it, I realized that it wasn’t about me. It’s about us now. Even though I know you haven’t fully been through the same struggles as I did, your story still matters as much. You are an incredible inspiration, Lycia and I love you.”

I can sense Lyra and Malakai’s eyes on the both of us and they had huge grins on both of their faces, Chris could feel it like a burning on the back of his neck. “Alright, you two. You can go now.”

I realize that he’s talking to both Malakai and Lyra as I look behind him, laughing.

“Say no more. We’re going,” Lyra takes Malakai’s hand and drags him off with Brody and Buddy following behind her. When they’ve gone, I lean in and embrace Chris around the neck. Not caring in the world if he’s sweaty and has gotten off stage.

“I love you too,” I whisper. “I’m so grateful that you wrote a song about me.”

He leans in and places a gentle kiss on my forehead, lips lingering for a moment. “The honor is always mine, honey. You motivate me every day, from when we wake up together to when we go to bed entwined. You're my world, sweetheart. You always will be.”

My heart melts at his sweet statement. I put my hand against his face, tracing his already smeared and sweat soaked makeup before meeting his lips in a tender kiss. As I rest my hands on his chest, my fingers play with the dog tags around his neck as his lips lock with mine. We broke our kiss and the second dog tag caught my eye. I caught it in my fingers.

Winters, Lycia Rose. August 5th, 1988. Soulmate.

“Did you put my name on your dog tag?” I say as my eyes widen in surprise.

“I was hoping you would spot it,” He teases with a playful grin and I raise an eyebrow. “It’s my reminder of you whenever we’re apart, helps me think of you. Always.”

My heart melts and I kiss him passionately before pulling away and taking his hand. “You’re the sweetest. Come on, baby. Let’s just relax together for the rest of the night.”

He nods and we walk back to the bus, when we step inside– Justin, Ricky, Vinny and Ryan have already settled down for the night. In my outfit that I wore to Aftershock today, I changed into one of Chris’s soft black tees, my black satin sleep shorts and removed my makeup last. I head out to our bunk, where Chris is waiting for me– shirtless and wearing his black pajamas.

“Hi, gorgeous,” I heard him as he embraced me in his arms and brought me into the bunk with him. I give a gentle laugh, clutching onto him and he kisses my forehead.

“Hi,” I kiss him on the cheek before I trail off, quietly playing with the rings on his fingers– mainly his coffin ring. I feel the cool metal of the ring against my skin. “I think I’m going to have another nightmare tonight.”

His face lights up with concern as he shifts his hands from mine and cups my cheeks, imploring me to look into his eyes. “What makes you think that?” His voice is gentle, almost a whisper.

"Ronnie approaching me today reminded me of the drug dealer who used me for heroin... I'm scared I won't be able to sleep tonight because his face will haunt my dreams.” My fingers lightly drift over his tattoos as I talk.

Chris pulls me close and wraps his arms around me, offering comfort. “Oh, my love,” He whispers into my hair. “I’ll be here with you all night long to keep your bad dreams at bay. You have nothing to worry about. I won’t leave you.”

As sweet as that statement is, I’m also mad at myself for letting this person get into my head since I’m dealing with the PTSD of losing Marcus in such a tragic way.

“This is just another thing that pushes me towards the edge,” I buried my face into his chest as he gazed fondly down at me.

“Honey, you are not crazy. You aren't.” I released a heavy breath as I moved my face up to look at him.

“I didn't say I was, love. It's just how I feel.” Fresh tears appear in my eyes and he covers my hands with his own, placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles.

“You know, Lyra had the same situation.” I look at him, intrigue on my face. “Most nights she'd lay awake in fear because of her ex, Devon. It wasn't until Malakai stepped into her life that she was free from his control. What do you think drew Malakai and Lyra together? He's the only one who managed to keep her here with us.”

“Wait– So Malakai…?”

He nods. “Like you, Lyra was familiar with addiction, but from a different source. That's why she wrote VICES and SPIRAL. She was on the brink of suicide until Malakai stepped in. He reminded her that there are still things worth living for; music, wrestling, friends... For you, I want to be that person. The reason why you should keep going is because of me, as your reminder.”

I realize now that I had a lot more in common with Lyra and Malakai than I thought, which is why I understood how close Malakai was to her.

“I never knew that about her. She must be loved so much by Malakai…” He leans in and gives me a tender kiss.

“I want to love you as much as Malakai loves Lyra, if not more. Do you understand why you mean so much to me? Just like Malakai with Lyra, I want to be someone that you can rely on.” He whispers into my lips. “After you told me that I was the reason why you decided to get sober, when things seemed so dark, that's when I realized what I wanted out of our relationship. Not just the person who helped you through it all, but someone who's there for you whenever you need it, loving you unconditionally. All of it….”

I interrupt him with another tender kiss, our lips meeting in an affectionate manner. I finally pulled away, my forehead lightly touching his. “You are already everything I need and more. Each morning when I wake up, and you're still asleep next to me, it reminds me of how fortunate I am. You love me, support me, and urge me to keep pursuing my dreams every day…”

I continue to kiss him, our lips connecting in the most wonderful way. “Christopher Cerulli, you are the backbone that holds me upright. You are the reason why I keep pushing forward.”

“You are as well, Lycia. I can't even tell you how much I love you..." His warm chocolate eyes brimmed with tears as he embraced me.

I glided my fingers along his tattooed jawline and neck with the softest touch. “I love you too. Show me how much instead.”

He smiles and leans in to give me a loving kiss as we sink into each other and we hold on to each other before falling asleep.

Monster

Polluter of dignity

Monster

Glory and the scum are we

Monster

Oh the best and worst is all in me…

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