A Dark Wish's Promise (II AU)

Chapter 12 - Why do I still love you?

-- -- -- -- --

(Why Hare, You Do must have some Ill-will towards me, Don't you? She stands there bright brown and pink Hair flowing in the Everlasting moonlight. Leaving no traces for the Ease And utter pain that could Very much destroy her Entire being with seconds of Mere contact. for she cannot bear this overwhelming sense of Ease when blood is finally shed.)

((secret message first to find it gets a shoutout))

(guesses: ___ ___ ___ _____ __?)

(Song(s): I love you like an alcoholic, I can't decide, 

TW: Tacomic, cursing, manipulation(?), Payjay, drinking, smoking, not silly plants in cigarettes, mentions of blood.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

(this has a completely different vibe than my other chapters, it's more serious!)

(ALL OF THE CHARACTERS ARE ROUGHLY 21-30 BY THE WAY!! NONE ARE MINORS, JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW, THEY'RE NOT UNDERAGE DRINKING!!)

-- -- --

Sitting at the stool, holding an empty glass cup..

Head full of colors and words unknown to anyone.

Holding up their hand once more, for another round, 5th cigarette going strong..

Still drinking themselves to death, no more meaning in their life.

Sorrow in their heart.

Confusion in their mind.

Grief choking their lungs.

Practically knee-high in their own blood, sweat, and tears.

...

Are you still there..?

Oh, good.

Sorry, just reminiscing, that was 5 months ago, let me skip ahead to now.

This is my- no. Our story.

So you better listen FUCKING closely.

--

"My name is Silver Shining-bright Spoon!" He proudly declared, balling up a fist and punching it into his chest. He had to restrain a wheeze from the force of his own hit.

Taco rolled her eyes, unimpressed by the new face. "What? He's brought more people into this mess? What next? A fourth batch?" She elbowed Mic, who simply scoffed and turned her head away, bright black and purple hair bouncing on her shoulders.

God, even when she's mad, she's still so hot, practically a radiating beam in the moonlight.

Wait her thoughts are recorded in here?

Shit. Better be careful what she says.

Anyhow, they all entered and minded their own business. At least, that's how it was planned. And.. Kind of how it went.

Not quite.

Mic had decided to break off immediately, leaving Taco alone.. Damn. Didn't expect the cold shoulder. The downstairs was mostly desolate, to the left was a loft-like area, packed with a couch, a TV, gaming consoles left on their own and.. Day old coffee.
Ew.
Clean up a bit, would ya? You'd think Soap would get to it, but she's clearly got better things to do. Forward is a hallway, with a staircase to the left and rooms decking the rest until the end.

To the left was a dinnertable with enough chairs for all the residents, a closet probably filled with cleaning supplies, the kitchen and bar were adjacent to eachother. And.. It seemed the bar had been recently used, empty shot and whiskey glasses, with a pack of cigarettes sitting on the edge.
Hope nobody minds if she just takes a few, and by a few the whole damn pack.

Anyways, the pantry is directly to the right wall of the fridge.
Cool. Not her problem, but cool.

She decided to head up the stairs, the 10th and 12th step are creaky. Weird. Whatever, again, not her problem, that'll drive someone mad soon enough.

She looked down both hallways, one had sobbing coming through it.. So she obviously approached. What? She can't help it! After being isolated for so.. SO long.

She swung around the doorway, hand on the doorframe to prevent tripping, she met eyes with the hotel owner. He'd clearly been crying..

Huh.. Different.

She approached, sitting on the bed, staring at the man until he noticed. Struggling to get words through.

"I.. Still-- miss him.." He choked out through sobs, Taco surveyed the room. It smelled sickly sweet, mixed with the stench of alcohol.

Someone's been drinking.

She noticed a lighter on the nightstand, picking it up and lighting a cigarette from the pack she took.

The smoke smelled sweet instead of bitter, maybe it's different tobacco?

She winced as she held it too close to the ashen chunk of it.

Burning her fingertips.

That'll go away in a few days.

Maybe..

This prompted to get the attention of OJ, wiping away his tears.. Before he could speak, Taco brought it up to her lips, cutting the older man off before he had a chance to speak.

"..You know.. We're kind of similar, you and I. We're both lovesick, and we miss our lovers."

"..."

"..You want one?" She offered, the room seemed to light up, the sweet smell that tainted the air, didn't seem so suffocating anymore. She offered a different cigarette than her own, from the same pack, just to OJ.

He hesitantly took one, lighting it and doing the same..

The rest was a blur, but the room was.. Colorful.

She started to let loose, telling things to her bestest friend in the world.

Her head was like it was full of cotton..

She didn't realize the person standing in the doorway.

-- -- --

(808 words, WOW!! I FEEL GREAT! I'll admit I wanted to write A. LOT. MORE. But, you know, cliffhangers >:D)

(I'll add more gay soon, since June is almost over, and I like keeping the pride alive!)

(See you soon!)