True love, a dream. (Branzy/Clownpeirce)

I'm in love with tragedy

A soft trickle of water rushed into the canyon of abyssal, his heartbeat echoed louder as the air in his face shook him astray, Their dream echoed throughout their conscience…

The grass which he had rested upon was tough and rugged, timbrence in the overgrown ruins in the city, it's so loud…

A bird echoed in his vision, the haziness makes it hard to see, and the weakness in his heart is twirling him back to reality, his eyelids flutter open again for the five hundredths time, His head lulls a bit before he feels a tap on his shoulder…

He looked up, eyes meeting red. "Hello branzy, still sleepy?" Clown laughed.

Branzy softly smiled still day-dreaming,he was facing a bloody soaked clown with a scorch of grieving murder auraing around him….

Screams of the hopeless sounded into his hearing as Clown reached a hand out to branzy, which he softly took. Now standing fully awake In Front of a massacre and the one who slayed them all still holding his hand….

"Where can we go now?" Branzy exhaled, they've been on the run for a month now, clown repeating his murders and branzy being dragged along, but of course branzy had known Clown before all of the chaos otherwise he wouldn't be here.

He remembered the day he met Clown, the day a thousand wanted posters were clinging to the city. The person wanted was an male with a lean build who covered their features but the real thing that caught the eye was the prize, Thousands.

But the more potent shock was the disease the person carried, a disease that was cursed to take lives for themselves, the disease that had one cure, a true love's kiss…

Yes, a fantasy disease that would be considered trash was one of the most dangerous diseases to the town and its people, and the cause of slaughter.

But Branzy, an herbalist's son, had nothing to do with that. He was an almost ordinary person, the exception being his metallic white hair, his entrancing purple eyes, and his pale skin that glimmered in the night.

It was true his appearance shocked most, sometimes even frightened the townsfolk. But he was kind and understanding enough to lure them in after time, that's at least what Clown said as an excuse to visit the shop everyday.

Clown, someone who seemed like a semi-normal boy, who had long black hair, with menacingly red eyes, was also openly in love with Branzy, I mean head over heels for him.

Everyday the boy would visit the shop looking for branzy, always requesting herbs that healed wounds or nulled pain, it was quite odd, but what was odder was the man's way of expressing love with terrible jokes, crude ways of flirting, and that terrible way he stared at branzy longingly.

Branzy expressed his concerns to Rek, his childhood friend who worked at a mechanical shop across from him. Rek would always say that clowns love was truly sincere even endearing, which branzy said was insane and untrue, wich rek would stare at him like he was stupid for saying that.

Branzy himself saw the signs in his own thoughts, the way he would wait for clowns daily visit, or the way he comfortably smiled at clown when he went on an talk about the way he found branzy beautiful, or the blush that intruded into Branzy's face when he stopped talking and just stared at his face.

Branzy himself knew he was falling for Clown, but he immediately rejected his thoughts and worked on the pain medicine. He was starting to get low on herbs to make them, he wondered why clowns needed so much pain medicine. It could start to be bad for his health if he constantly took it…

His hands played with an herb rolling it as his thoughts were interrupted by an bell on the door seal to the shop, he wondered if Clown had finally visited and smiled before turning around.

His pupils immediately suppressed into specks, the sight before him was something he didn't understand, the same boy he fell for stood there, unmoving.

His hair which was usually neat, was unkept, but was was more shocking was the trail of blood from the boys head to his neck, his ever so kept appearance was in an disoriented state, branzy immediately stepped out from behind the counter and ran toward the boy.

The boy was now unconscious and lying on the ground, Branzy examined his wounds and immediately took him into the upper residents of the shop.clown was lucky he came to Branzy's shop at the time he did.

His wounds were bad, very bad, Horrific in a sense. He was covered in blood almost enough to put him in a terrible coma. Branzy's heart ached at the sight of the one he fell for in this state.

Branzy also wondered how it even got this bad or why he was injured. He was having bad anxiety to the point he bit off the excess on his nails leaving only roughness, a nasty habit he had. He closed the shop and went out to grab some water from the outside well in the city.

He never expected to see people enraged and scared so much, he questioned what happened and if it involved clowns state, but he quickly shook off the idea. The clown he fell for was one that would never do this.

He was gathering water when he overheard a few words from one of the enraged men. He could only make up about half of the words the man said but he was frozen in place when he heard them.

He had had enough shock today, maybe that's the reason he was overreacting at the enraged man's words, in which he said carrying the water back. He feared the thoughts that intruded upon his mind the entire day.

Even as he delicately cared for clowns wounds he wondered if he was doing the right thing, it was evident the wounds weren't made by animals or an quick fall, they were made by blades sharp at that, the wounds showed evidence it was no mistake, quick slashes that pierced through clowns body.

Branzy needed to get some air, his mind still hadn't calmed. His thoughts were the very evidence of that. He knew the clown he had known would never do this, and with that he sighed he was set on course now.

The clown he knew wouldn't do this, he was firm in his belief. But his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the fluttering of beautiful black lashes that traveled an marvelous blood red.

Branzy worried for him as he looked weary and anxious, unlike his usual calm demeanor. The tremor's his heart had made was like an earthquake in itself.

Branzy quickly examined his eyes for any pain and was released when he saw none. He quickly greeted Clown

"are you ok, I saw you passed out as soon as you entered my shop, I was really frightened!" He laughed out loud.

His heart raced louder.

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