Mad God's Love [Dark, enemies-to-lovers BL]

18 R 3

I looked long and hard at the bane of my recent existence. Did I want to know what he was up to in the meantime? My insistently aching cuts hadn't allowed me to forget the disposal of the unfortunate by-products. Who could have guessed conscience resided in forearms?

I didn't want this fire choked by some convenient half-truths, so I didn't ask. I heard enough from the other me.

"Well, right after clambering out of the tottering wreckage, I've found myself to be the last man alive, and that you've left no woman to shut me down with the classic not even if you are last man on earth. Believe me, I've looked."

"Then I started tripping and hearing voices. Together, we've braved the crumbly depths again for explosives and other useful shit. Y'know, the kind that melts your face off. Well, the latter was mostly a happy accident. We really went there to fuel the other guy's anarchistic tendencies. Then set off to find Snail's extra body parts."

"Other guy?"

I shrugged, "Or a girl. I didn't ask."

"You said I didn't leave anyone alive."

"And also I clearly stated I was getting pretty raving mad about then. Pay attention."

"Your grey matter harbours no such tendencies," he said but I felt fingers closest to my head twitch.

I waved it off, "Details. So anyway, he seared path right through the dense woods! It was a nightmare to traverse. And I really didn't appreciate the swamps... Or rivers. In any case, he did lead me where promised." My retelling ceased as I wondered what befell the sister. Dead, in all likelihood. Another one. I was right to be baptised with reek of certain death.

"You've met another of my kind and you spoke. It wasn't afraid," monster asked in a roundabout way. I could have been as insufferable as him and ignore issues until they were spelled out, but didn't feel like sharing too many traits with the bastard.

"It didn't have a nose. It was a sparkly monster who would loiter around the city. Got curious where everybody has gone, I guess. He knew who you and your... relative were, once I'd burnt my hands on him."

"I should have taken you with me," tone dropped to just above a growl again.

Why didn't you? I didn't shout in his face. Not like I wanted to become unappetising brain paste and experience several lifetimes of subservience as my copies did. Also I appreciated the opportunity to throw stones at the giant. Still, that was one superior cold shoulder he executed. I hadn't felt this abandoned since early childhood.

"Why have you sought out the other mouth?" monster prompted.

"To talk to Snail? Duh. Somebody went and killed the conveniently placed phone." Monster had faint beginnings of a frown. "What?"

"Why didn't you communicate inwardly? Didn't you eat that whole time?"

"Of course I did. Some." Not much, but that was the norm. However, it wasn't what he asked. "I couldn't talk to it because I wasn't a mouth."

"Yes, you were."

"That's something I would have known." Right? I was one just hours ago for an entire minute before the connection was severed. Fine, maybe less – but the experience stretched. It's hard to overlook a behemoth crowding you in your own head.

"It could have concealed itself at the start, but you would have known once foreign material entered your body. Which means, it cut you off and hoped you'd die somewhere far away from either of us once I gotten to it."