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━━━━━ FUTURING TROUBLES
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Nemuel blankly stare at the ink dripping ceiling , forming a small black puddle underneath. but he couldn't rip his gaze from the ceiling, it felt wrong. It felt miserable. what on earth is he dreaming about, was this an forseen or something?
the puddle began to get larger each minutes, then. the puddle bubbled, Sensing something wrong Nemuel step back a good distance from the puddle, an dripping inky figure slowly rise up from the pod. aswell the room began to change rapidly
the ink slowly drain away , revealing the figure's identity. Nemuel restrain himself from gasping to loud by smacking his hand toward his mouth. the figure was the redhead he seen at the ceremony except he look more corrupted.
"I'ᗩᗰ ᖇIGᕼT , I'ᗩᗰ ᗩᒪᗯᗩYᔕ ᖇIGᕼT..ᒍᑌᔕT ᖴOᒪᒪOᗯ TᕼE ᖇᑌᒪEᔕ, ᗷᑌT ᗯᕼY ᗪIᗪ TᕼEY ᕼᗩᐯE TO ᗷE ᔕO ᗪIᖴᖴIᑕᑌᒪT?" he mumbled , voice wobble and distored each sentence. "ᗰOTᕼEᖇ ᔕᗩY IT, ᖇᑌᒪEᔕ ᗩᖇE ᗰEᗩᑎT TO ᗷE ᖴOᒪᒪOᗯ. ᗷᖇOKE TᕼEᗰ ᗩᑎᗪ IT'ᔕ ᗩᒪᒪ GOᑎE.. " Nemuel furrowed his brows.
While his voice's distored , he could make out some word and wrap them together.
Rules
mother
Could it be that he's suffering from his mother's rules? Then a broken sob snap him out of his thinking. Nemuel heart ache at the sight of the redhead sobbing profusely , thick tear streaming down his pale skin. even though he didn't even knew the redhead more so his name, it just make thing harder for him.
"I-I ᒍᑌᔕT ᗯᗩᑎTEᗪ TO ᕼᗩᐯE..." Nemuel couldn't heard what he say when his feet suddenly got grabbed, Nemuel fell flat on his face. he look back to see an inky hand grasping it tightly so hard it might bruise later.
Before it start pulling him away from the redhead, he tries to call out for the short male but felt suffocated, an bitter taste travel up his throat. With no hesitation he throw up the context which seem to be roses and ink.
An psychotic, unstable maniac laugh pry his attention as he looked up, olny to see the redhead was infront of him, smiling like crazy with a thick blush coated his face. "ᗩᕼ, Iᔕᑎ'T ᖇᑌᗪE TO ᔕᑭY Oᑎ ᔕOᗰEOᑎE, ᗰY ᗷEᒪOᐯEᗪ KIᑎG?"
he blacked out once the redhead said that.
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Nemuel bolt up with a quiet gasp, a bead of sweat rolled down at his face as it twisted into an deep frown, Yuuken was sleeping soundly beside him with grim on his chest , snoring and a quiet purr emit from him.
He rub his forehead , Which time is it right now? he glance at the clock that crowley bought them as a gift. '4:56am' Its still to soon, but Nemuel get out of bed to make lunch and breakfast. silently leaving the bedroom.
