song: Vampire Empire by Big Thief (released: 2023)
toxic relationship lowkey!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this oneshot slaps every time i read it im not even joking
Well I walked into your dagger for the last time
His words are weapons. They cut, slice, and tear. Just like a sword, a knife of overwhelming cruelty. The blade of a dagger, digging up under your ribs, twisting in your heart as the anlace pulls the sinew of your love for him.
His words are kindness. They heal, stitch and hold. Just like chamomile pressed to the sting of a laceration, a flower of Yarrow of definitive soothing. The kiss of honey, spilling through your ribs, cradling your heart as the liquid gold ties the sinew of your love for him.
A honey coated dagger, such a weapon and kindness, used to tear you.
"I wasn't joking, Tom." You say, leaning opposite him as he finally gazes up at you. His eyelashes kiss his skin, the intense richness of chocolate turning sour on your tongue. "I did mean it when I said I love you. I do, okay?"
He says nothing, and looks back at his book, the set of his shoulders hardening.
"Tom?" You prompt, and he sighs, turning the page.
"I... appreciate that." He says stiffly, diplomatically, like you are merely a business deal; an internal battle he struggles with.
Your face falls, the honey-coated dagger prying your ribs apart as the soothing sting glides into you heart. It's an unbearable pressure.
"Is that it?" You ask, just as stiff as him, watching as he debates stabbing the anlace deeper or letting the soothe of yarrow take over. "Is that all you have to say?"
"There's nothing to be said." He says, and his gaze drops to the page he was reading, as if this conversation, you, and your gold liquid bleeding heart don't matter.
"Do you not know what to say?" You press, the scars of the past six months with him beginning to swell. "Is that it? You don't know how to say you love me?"
His gaze is distant, faced from you. "If that's what you want from me, I can't give you it."
"I see."
He finally looks up at you, but his next words aren't as soft as his eyes.
"I wish I was sorry."
"Me too."
It's like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow
Affection as currency. A means to repay a favour. A calculated event.
His arms around you, the pressure stilted with the fluctuation of it, hands holding too soft for it to be anything.
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