ii • two
"you can bring a
bullet, bring a
sword, bring a
morgue, but you
can't bring the
truth to me."
・゜・。。・゜
the world around them spun in circles, their minds hazy and shadowed. in one of their eyes were drops of dried paint cracking at the edges and threatening to fall, to rid itself of the art it used to be. in the other's, a desolate wall of grey, a blank void of sharp vines and spikes of gold. one simply had too much to offer, while the other had nothing.
"i'll tear the paint from my limbs and embrace you with the color within me."
"won't it kill you?"
"only if i let it."
and so he did. he painted the pigments onto the other's skin, filling every crevice with a plethora of stars, every nook and cranny with dark and light, and every shattered fragment with nothing but the blood of his own body. he sculpted the other until he was whole again, until he could finally see the twinkling in the midnight sky, until he could finally fall asleep on the moon.
