blood lust. || ranpoe , vampire poe

Chapter 5 :: Rest

TW :: themes of self-harm and potential overdose, do not read if any of these trigger you ( *=* )

Ranpo returned from the kitchen holding a pill bottle and a glass of water. He sat on the end of the bed, and handed both items to Poe.

"Here," Ranpo said, smiling at the other. His cheeks were a pale shade of red, and his eyes were so mesmerizing, the pools of green in his eyes were limitless. Poe felt a strange stinging feeling in his heart. Was he catching feelings? 

No way, he couldn't allow himself to.

"Come on then," Ranpo continued, snapping Poe out of his daydream. "The pill isn't gonna swallow itself, you know." He giggled.

Poe placed the pill onto his tongue and took a gulp of water. He swallowed but the pill didn't go down his throat. He spit it out onto a tissue nearby, hands shaking.

"I, I can't take it." Poe whispered, his eyes on the verge of tears. 

The pill reminded him of those nights, those cold and lonely nights, where it was just him and that blade. 

Him and the blade. 

Him,

and the blade.

And then those pills. 

Those bitter, indigestible pills.

To numb the pain,

of those

bleeding

cuts.

"POE!" Ranpo screamed, tears welling in his eyes. Poe shuddered at his voice. "Poe, are - are you alright?" his voice shaking. 

"I, I'm sorry Ranpo, I -" Poe mumbled, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you worry like that."

"Me? You're apologizing to me?" Ranpo whispered. "If anything, I need to apologize to you." 

Poe picked up the pill bottle again, unscrewed the lid, and took another pill out.

Ranpo looked extremely panicked. He quickly moved closer to Poe and grabbed his free hand.

"Don't make yourself feel like you have to take it." Ranpo blurted out. "If it helps, just remember i'm here and you're not alone. I don't know why you're afraid to take it, it's nothing you have to tell me about, but i'm here for you okay?" he continued. 

At this point, Poe was a mess. Tears were streaking down his pale face, and his cheeks were bright red.

Poe simply nodded, and placed the pill into his mouth. He took another gulp of water, and swallowed. As he did, Ranpo tightened his grip on Poe's hand, reassuring the idea that he was there for the writer. 

He sighed, and removed his hand from Ranpo's grip. 

"Good job," Ranpo said while softly smiling. "I'm so proud of you." he continued.

A crimson flush brushed over Poe's face. He quickly covered his face in embarrassment.

God, I think I love him.

── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

Poe lay in his bed, cuddling a tall pillow. He tossed and turned but sleep never came to him. 

Meanwhile, Ranpo sat in Poe's living room, watching some sort of Japanese cartoon. He lay on the sofa, eating some of Poe's remaining snacks. 

Poe needed warmth, comfort, someone even.

He slipped out of bed, holding the pillow and walking towards his living room.

He walked into the room like a walking shadow.

Ranpo jumped on cue. 

"AAAA! Poe, oh my god! You scared me!" Ranpo screamed, putting his hand over his heart.

"Oh, uhm, i'm sorry." Poe mumbled, walking over to the sofa, and plopping himself down near the brunette. 

"What are you doing still up? It's 2am, you should've been asleep by now." Ranpo questioned.

"I can't sleep." Poe managed to say. His eyes were closing, but he just couldn't actually fall asleep.

"Come here" Ranpo said. Poe shuffled over to the detective. "Put your head on my chest, and relax, okay?" 

Poe's face flushed, but he did as he was told. He could hear Ranpo's heartbeat. It was soothing.

Ranpo began stroking his fingers through the ravenette's hair. It was soft, and thick, with a slight wave to it. 

"Fukuzawa did this to me whenever I couldn't sleep-" the detective rambled.

Poe didn't hear the rest, as he was fast asleep before he knew it.

Now, he was certain.

He was in love.