[2D]
I stumbled out into the livingroom, throwing my blood soaked towel down the stairs, resulting in a loud splat as it hit the bottom step. It seemed to echo throughout the whole house. I noticed Murdoc by the refrigerator, chugging his usual daily dose of beer. I really wish he wouldn't drink as much as he does. He's actually a pretty decent person when he isn't intoxicated with one too many drinks. I guess I was a bit too noisy because he suddenly slammed down the glass bottle, causing it to shatter in many small pieces I knew I was going to have to clean up later. He was obviously pissed off of course, when isn't he. I braced myself as he began to walk my way, knowing exactly what my fate had in store for me next.
[Murdoc]
"Aye, are you bloody kidding me right now?!" I said, angrily stomping my way over to him. I could tell by the look on his face that he thought I was going to give him one of his regular rage invoked beatings. No. This time, it was different. Instead of kicking his obnoxious lengthy ass like normal, I crouched down on the floor next to him as he forced himself in a corner. "W-what did I d-do this time?" He stammered, looking more nervous, and sensitive then usual. I remained silent. I roughly grabbed his wrists and pointed to the gruesome scene that was his arms. Small tears started to prick at the corners of what was left of his eyes. One of my biggest pet peeves is when 2D cuts himself. I just can't stand it. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I, Murdoc Faust Niccals, feel an incredible sense of pain when I see him like that, and in this moment now, that feeling struck me like a bullet. A bullet right to the heart. "YOU KNOW I FUCKING HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THIS!!" I screamed, probably a little too loud. Also, being overcome with multiple emotions is something to add to that list. I wanted to hit him, so goddamn hard, but I didn't. "I-I can expla-" I cut him off right before he could finish his sentence with a gentle kiss, right on his damaged, dry, rundown lips. I'm obviously drunk, and not in the right mindset, but he didn't seem to care. He kissed back, scooching forward until I could feel the warmth of his body. It wasn't necessarily a very intimiate kiss, but more of a sweet, loving one. Ahh, I can still remember that day like it was yesterday. We haven't mentioned it to each other once, but we are both completely aware it happened. 2D seems happier these days, and I guess I can say the same for myself. Although nothing else has happened since then, I have a feeling something might very soon.
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Delirious Love (2Doc)
Fanfiction..."and when he kissed me, it was like ecstasy." Love, hate, and pain. This is the story of Murdoc Niccals and Stuart Pot, two cracked out zombies looking for something that was right in front of them. They were soulmates, but no one, no matter how...
