"Your character threatens someone they have no real intention of hurting. Why?"
Starmine can feel the gun digging into his skull shaking.
"Don't fucking move, or you're fucking dead."
The words are mostly cold and steady, but there's still the underlying tremor that Mine can just make out.
"Oh Dark..." he croons softly, not necessarily trying to achieve anything. The gun shakes violently against him now, until it clatters on the ground.
When he turns around, Dark is sobbing on the floor, face buried in his hands, blond locks spilling out of his ponytail.
Embracing the younger boy, Starmine kisses the top of his head. Dark buries his face now in Mine's chest, the orange fabric of the older's shirt clutched in his fists.
Mine rubs his back in slow, calming circles. "I love you," he whispers, and feels the tiny blond in his arms freeze.
He knows Dark is too shy to respond, but the increased tears and tighter hug tell him that Dark feels the same.
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A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops
Randomyeah so daily writing prompts or exercises because why the fuck not join me if you want because i found some interesting ones mine are all gonna be some Lencesty shit it gonn be gr8 i tend to write these on Archive at 1 or 2 am it's kind of a proble...
