Untitled drabble
Title: untitled
Pairing: Belafarin
Rating: R for geekiness
Warning: weird
A/N: Written because I needed mini-text for this icon and prefer to have my mini-text on-topic.
There was no way to make it all good again. He’d long passed the point of return, hadn’t noticed until it was too late. Now, there was only pain for him, violence, blood tinting his world. He didn’t even know why he was still alive - or if he still was alive, for that matter. He’d stopped shedding tears over every act of violence he committed, but the tinge of fear in the blood always reminded him. There was no life such as his life, and he didn’t want to force anyone to share it. And still - the black-haired, tattoed man looked up from under him, and begged him with pleading eyes. ‘Bite me, Jan, just bite me. Make me yours before you stop being Nosferatu.’
Pairing: Belafarin
Rating: R for geekiness
Warning: weird
A/N: Written because I needed mini-text for this icon and prefer to have my mini-text on-topic.
There was no way to make it all good again. He’d long passed the point of return, hadn’t noticed until it was too late. Now, there was only pain for him, violence, blood tinting his world. He didn’t even know why he was still alive - or if he still was alive, for that matter. He’d stopped shedding tears over every act of violence he committed, but the tinge of fear in the blood always reminded him. There was no life such as his life, and he didn’t want to force anyone to share it. And still - the black-haired, tattoed man looked up from under him, and begged him with pleading eyes. ‘Bite me, Jan, just bite me. Make me yours before you stop being Nosferatu.’