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Word Count: 457
Rating: PG
Series: Vassalord
Notes: Johnny's POV, written for daiyaonna in response to the first one she wrote. D: It's bad, I know. I’m sorry. askfdja;lskdjfae
Bare feet padded across the floor, and it was a little unnerving, the lack of noise. If he listened hard enough, he could hear everything breaking. But all good things must come to an end, right? That was just how things went, and he knew the truth of it better than he'd like to admit. His beautiful princess Marie, sweet little Chris. His own humanity. And how, he was losing his precious Cherry. So yeah, he knew loss intimately, like a bittersweet lover who couldn't stay away.
Why, then, did this loss sting more than the others?
Oh, he was more than aware of how fond he was of his Cherry, knew that that was the majority of it. He'd already hurt Cherry by shoving him away at such a dangerous moment, but to leave without explanation like this would break everything almost irrevocably.
But that was how it had to be, right? To keep him safe. Out of Barry's attention, his grasp, poisonous murderous tainted reach, and if he had to leave him, had to abandon him, then so be it.
He'd done it once before, after all, small hands grasping for him and missing that tiny warmth. It was for his own good. Same excuse here, really. Seemed all he did was make excuses.
He didn't wonder about what Cherry would do for food; he was a smart boy, he'd figure something out. It'd get lonely without him around, though. In the end, Minear was just a cat, and only someone like Rayfell --Eva-- could want Barry's company.
Fingers brushed over the skin of his wrist, the flesh of his abdomen, and he couldn't bite back a soft hiss. Still knitting itself together, not quite healed yet. He wanted to tear himself open, drain that fouled blood from his body, but he'd just heal again, wouldn't he? No wound so great as a 'meal' with Barry, and if he could recover from that, then nothing short of the sunlight itself could kill him. And he'd already tasted that particular flavor of death, thanks.
The problem was, he supposed, that this time, he didn't want to let go. Marie had been inevitable, Chris had been a necessity. If he hadn't been left at that church, he would have died. Losing Barry, if only for a short amount of time, was the best idea he'd ever had. But the past always came back to bite you in the ass, and karma was a bitch who wouldn't take no for an answer.
So if this was the only way, then so be it. A quiet sigh as he eased back into his coffin, and fingers brushed across his lips, a mockery of a blown kiss.
"Goodnight, Cherry-chan."
Rating: PG
Series: Vassalord
Notes: Johnny's POV, written for daiyaonna in response to the first one she wrote. D: It's bad, I know. I’m sorry. askfdja;lskdjfae
Bare feet padded across the floor, and it was a little unnerving, the lack of noise. If he listened hard enough, he could hear everything breaking. But all good things must come to an end, right? That was just how things went, and he knew the truth of it better than he'd like to admit. His beautiful princess Marie, sweet little Chris. His own humanity. And how, he was losing his precious Cherry. So yeah, he knew loss intimately, like a bittersweet lover who couldn't stay away.
Why, then, did this loss sting more than the others?
Oh, he was more than aware of how fond he was of his Cherry, knew that that was the majority of it. He'd already hurt Cherry by shoving him away at such a dangerous moment, but to leave without explanation like this would break everything almost irrevocably.
But that was how it had to be, right? To keep him safe. Out of Barry's attention, his grasp, poisonous murderous tainted reach, and if he had to leave him, had to abandon him, then so be it.
He'd done it once before, after all, small hands grasping for him and missing that tiny warmth. It was for his own good. Same excuse here, really. Seemed all he did was make excuses.
He didn't wonder about what Cherry would do for food; he was a smart boy, he'd figure something out. It'd get lonely without him around, though. In the end, Minear was just a cat, and only someone like Rayfell --Eva-- could want Barry's company.
Fingers brushed over the skin of his wrist, the flesh of his abdomen, and he couldn't bite back a soft hiss. Still knitting itself together, not quite healed yet. He wanted to tear himself open, drain that fouled blood from his body, but he'd just heal again, wouldn't he? No wound so great as a 'meal' with Barry, and if he could recover from that, then nothing short of the sunlight itself could kill him. And he'd already tasted that particular flavor of death, thanks.
The problem was, he supposed, that this time, he didn't want to let go. Marie had been inevitable, Chris had been a necessity. If he hadn't been left at that church, he would have died. Losing Barry, if only for a short amount of time, was the best idea he'd ever had. But the past always came back to bite you in the ass, and karma was a bitch who wouldn't take no for an answer.
So if this was the only way, then so be it. A quiet sigh as he eased back into his coffin, and fingers brushed across his lips, a mockery of a blown kiss.
"Goodnight, Cherry-chan."