War Is Over -Dreamblade-

𝐈𝐈𝐈

TW: For detailed self-harm

Alexander woke up in a cold sweat, his body shaking slightly as he heard screaming like it was right next to him. He made a short yell and fell back onto the bed with his hands pressing hard on his ears. "S-shut up!" He screamed. His body started to shake more violently now as he twisted to the side and move his legs up to his chest. He tried not to cry, they wouldn't allow him to.

"Blood!" They yelled. Alex needed to find something to kill, or at least harm to draw blood. But what was it? It couldn't be the farm animals, father thought he had healed from this. And Alex will not ever set finger on his family, harming Clay is wrong since he did no harm yet. Then what will it be? It was what the voices want.

The cold knife ran alongside his skin, cutting it deeply until blood showed. It was a bright crimson, almost glowing in the moonlight that he used to see where his wrist was. He didn't want to have someone walk in and immediately see what he was doing, especially if it was his family. So he kept the room dark as he drew lines along his arm. The pain was numbing and addictive, it helped keep the voices from of screaming for more.

Alex's whole arm stung in extreme pain, but was relieved to hear quiet for once. The blood dripped down his arm and onto the window frame that the God was sitting on. Alex leaned back and sighed softly. "Alexander?" A female voice rang from the other side of the room where the door was. He gasped and stood up, knife in hand. The light flickered on and there was Kristen, her head tilted a bit to see what was the commotion about. 

Kristin was looking up at her son, A worried look on her face. "I heard some yelling, I tried getting here as fast as possible but it took longer then it should. I'm sorry. What's going on? What happened?" She explained at a fast pace.  She breathed heavily, closed her eyes and opened again, only to see her sons arm. Guilt washed Alex like a rainy cloud over his head as he heard his mother gasp loudly. He watched tears come to her eyes as she stared. Kristen was speechless.

The god looked down at his body, only his torso being wrapped with bandage from previous injuries. His arm now hiding behind his back as he heard his mother cry to him, but Alex wasn't listing. He slowly let out shaky exhales and kept his head down. "Alex, please answer me." Kristen cried as her son didn't respond. "Tell me what had happened." Her hands wrapped around the tallers arm in a desperate plea to help. But he didn't respond.

Philza eventually got up to Alexander's room, but only pulled Kristen away to give their son some space. The door shut with Kristen trying to tell her husband what she had saw but stuttered too much with sobs and Philza trying to calm her down by leading her down the hall. Alex drowned in even more guilt as he turned off the lights and headed back to bed. Caring less if the sheets stained with the still flowing blood. 

"Alex?" Another voice came from behind the door and followed with three knocks. "Its Clay. May I come in?" The god hesitate before answering, "sure." He wrapped his arm under the blanket as the door opened and showed Clay in a large sweater and large sweats. His hair was a mess and his eye were halfway open, probably because it was 4 in the morning. "What happened?" Clay asked as he walked deeper into the room and shut the door behind him.

The good looked up and sighed, staying silent. He didn't want to tell Clay, even if they were going to get married. The brunette understood and stayed silent in respect. He just sat down onto the bed and looked around the dark room that was only lit up but the moon. He spotted the bloody knife on the nightstand but didn't ask about it, just looking back at the floor. 

"Are you happy about the marriage?" Alex asked, turning his head to the brunette. Clay was shocked to hear this, his back becoming stiff as he twisted to look at the god. He sighed before replying, "I'm not sure how I feel about it. I want the power, I want the greatness. But I also want love, and I'm not going to force that on you." Alex nodded as the smaller continued. "I can't be happy if you're not."

Those words hit the god hard like a arrow going through his chest. Though Alex did seem like a selfish guy, he wanted Clay to be happy. But he didn't want to fake some emotions that would only drown him out. He sighed again and closed his eyes, just wanting to escape from here. "I'm sorry." Clay apologized which had startled the taller. "For what?" He asked. "The marriage. I don't want it either." Alex sat up, forgetting about him arm and placing it on his lap. "It's not our choice, you shouldn't have to feel bad."

The brunette nodded while gulping a lump that was stuck in his throat. He looked up at the god but his eyesight slowly fell down onto Alex's arm. The lines were difficult to see due to the darkness of the room but the moonlight helped enough to make out something. "What had happened?" Clay asked, softly grabbing onto the tallers arm and moving it closer. Alexander stumbled over words as he pulled away quickly. The brunette was slightly surprised but didn't force anything upon his soon-to-be husband.

Clay then turned away and sighed, A look of concern on his face. "Can I asleep with you?Not in a weird or sexual way of course, to just... Bond with you since the marriage?" Alex was startled at the question, shooting his head up to look at the smaller. With hesitation he replied, "fine. Only so then I don't hate you." Clay nodded and laid onto the bed next to Alex who's back was faced towards him. The brunette stared at a large scar across the gods back. "Where'd you get that?" Clay asked the taller. "The scar." Alex paused before answering, "My older brother had a manic episode and thought I was going to harm him. So he cut me with a large knife in defense."

The brunette was worried about the safety of the two brothers. "I was twelve and he was nineteen. But I can't blame him though. There was a war going on and he was attacked which cause him severe PTSD." Clay gasped. "He's alright though, and so am I. I forgave him and at least I forgot about it. He still struggles with the guilt but, you know." 

Alex was now laying on his back thinking about the times he's had with his older brother. The smaller kept laying on his side and stared softly at the god, admiring everything about him. The god looked to the side to see Clay who just smiled and adjusted his position a bit to fall asleep. Alex did the same and placed his hand behind his head. It was uncomfortable sleeping on your back with a braid in it, but it'll have to do as the hybrid fell asleep. 

✦•┈๑⋅⋯ Next Morning ⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Clay woke up with his body snuggled on top of Alexander's, Alex's hand holding onto Clays hair and the other on his lower back. The brunette blushed and rested his head back down, just allowing himself to give into the moment. The feeling was warm even though the blankets where all the way off of the bed and his skin had goosebumps. 

Then he felt the hand on his head lift up and start to stroke his hair. Clay slightly choked on his saliva but still tried to keep his composure and pretend he was asleep. But that failed miserably once he heard Alex say, "morning." The brunette blushed harder then he had before, not only to being known he was awake but also to Alex morning voice. Clay slightly lifted himself up and twisted his neck to the sides to stretch, acting like he just woke up.

"How was your sleep?" The taller asked, sitting up and scooting his body back until it hit the bed frame. He still hit kept holding onto the smaller though, moving Clay's legs to the sides of his. His hands rubbed against the brunette's thighs as he rested back. Clay blushed in being incredibly flustered and embarrassed while he watched Alex just sit there and close his eyes while resting. "Good..." Clay mumbled after a large gulp. "That's good." Alex replied. "Fuck, I'm hungry but I do not want to move." "Me neither." Clay responded.

-;- 

1,543 words. Holy shit. 

Anyways, I apologize so deeply for the lack of adding onto this story. I promise there will be more, it's just the lack of motivation we've been struggling with. But here it is, finally we've gotten this chapter done in two days! 

See you next time. -Author