Five/Aidan Imagines [BoyxBoy]

NICOTINE AND TEARS - PART III

I feel like a terrible person for putting my characters through this shit 😭.

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Warm water trickled down the bridge of my split nose, the liquid turning a rusty brown when they reached my busted lips. My gaze, still bloody and heavily bruised from the lack of sleep and lack of self control, blankly stared at a nearby wall as a rag ran over the features of my face.

Klaus's thick eyebrows were drawn together in a heap of pointless concentration while he washed my face with a dirtied rag, simultaneously silently willing my eyes to shift to his own. I didn't do such a thing.

It was quite late at night, around two in the morning. A mere thirty minutes ago, I was heaving and vomiting into a nearby toilet, watching as the swirls of my stomach contents and unhealthy amounts of blood flush down the toilet as a soothing hand rubbed my bare, paled back. Up and down. Back up again. Back down.

An hour ago, I was practically six feet under the unforgiving earth as I laid in Klaus' bed, unconscious and unaware of everything that had happened. When I had awoken, he was sitting near my splayed hand, which was red and heavily bruised as if all my fingers were individually broken. His brown eyes were on my opening ones, filled with a pathetic worry I weakly scowled at. It looked as if he'd been there, watching over me, for the whole afternoon.

He disregarded my nasty glare I'd passed him, and told me as he brushed my hair back from my sweaty forehead that he beat the shit out of Five for laying his hands on me, then dragged my sorry ass to his room for the afternoon. I only slapped his gentle hand away, groaning and grunting as I struggled to sit up in his bed only for my eyes to blow wide and throw up all over his lap anyway. He was wildly disgusted, yes, but didn't mind it as much as I had thought he would've.

Y/N and Five were not heard of after what happened in the hallway. Not a word was spoken of it from any of the academy members after the word and rumors had spread of my breakdown, no matter how much Klaus had pried and asked. No, the most we've gotten out of it was that they were gone from the spot their bodies were sprawled on the floor, and probably dwelling somewhere with their mother that tended to wounds quite frequently. I didn't really care what they were doing. I didn't know why he even bothered to tell me.

A light swipe grazed my bottom lip, my chin, and the rough fabric of the cloth became layered with a frosty chill once again as the warmth leaked out of it and into my beaten skin. Klaus lowered his hand that held it and dropped it in the nearby running water of the tub with a wet slap, washing off the drying blood and soaking it once again. Dark curls of brown hair hung loose and tangled over his eyes like a nest of forest twigs when he squeezed and wrung the cloth between his hands. His pink lips were slightly parted as his thick eyelashes angled downward to view the repeating process, only to lift up the generally whiter mass to my battered cheek to wash away flakes of blood he seemed to previously look over.

Light red water ran down my jawline and soaked my sodden flannel, my chest, as it glistened with a sparkling layer of warm liquid. The swirls of steam licked up my skin and traveled into my clogged nose, drawing out the stuffiness to finally allow myself to breathe for once. My somber eyes drooped, skin stretching and pulsing with a dull pain as I grew tired after studying the tan tiles of the bathroom's walls.

A small harrumph and a last swipe to the underlying pressure of my sinuses under my eyes, the bloodied towel found its home at the bottom of the tub with a splat. I would've chuckled at the meaningless noise it emitted, weren't it not for the lack of feeling I possessed for anything. A damper muffled my common signature smile, my laugh that usually danced out of my lips when I was around... not Y/N. No, he never really made me laugh. Not soul-deep.