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8 💭 MEMENTO MORI

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MEMENTO MORI

theme of death
detail to injury/blood
sad (understatement) kiri :(
(lowkey sobbed whilst writing this my bad)

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[REMEMBER DEATH]

"No, no, no, no, no, no," Eijirou's voice choked up and he had to pause to take a shuddering breath of disbelief despite the sight in his arms. He cradled your head, the messy, unkempt state of your H/L H/C hair sweeping through his fingertips as they grasped your delicate skull tight. The shaking hand acting as a mantle in a poor attempt to prop your wilting head towards him, Eijirou felt his life crumbling away before him. You were motionless in his firm grasp, your eyes still and never moving, simply fixed in an open position as they stared deeply into an invisible abyss. An abyss Eijirou knew you to be so endeavoured with you were never going to snap out of its malicious trance. He brought you close to his ear, trembling at the lack of air you took in and exhaled- like you were full of oxygen and weren't hungry enough to take in any more.

Along the skin which he worshipped every day and night, lay all sorts of scuffs and scrapes mixed with the blackening stain of smoke and ash. The bottom of your shirt was torn and none existent, the edges of the tear sodden with a scarlet red that Eijirou had seen too many times to not know what it was. Exposure of your waist revealed a deepened gash where a jagged edge of glass pane buried itself inside, seeking refuge in the inner layers of your body. He dared not to remove the shard, fearing he might make your situation worse.

Whether it could even get any worse.

Eijirou's hand gradually dampened and warmed as it caught the red liquids dripping from the lower half of your head. The feeling of it brought his lip to quiver and shake in it's tightly held position. He didn't even know what hit you there and how it happened. All he knew was that it was the cause of your lifeless state. Eyelids wilting as his eyes brimmed with tears, Eijirou felt an impending wave of realisation hit him. The signs were there. Clear as day. The lack of pulse, your distaste for oxygen. The mere blow to the back of your head that you probably didn't even have time to endure the pain of.