my muses are getting morbid
Pairing: Seungho/Joon
Rating: PG
Warning: character death...guns...
If this is love, he thinks, the poets lied with their pretty words of heat and passion and painful joy. This, whatever this is, lacks warmth, emotion, spontaneity. Cool and mechanical, a gun in his hand, all hard and sleek metal. Deadly and sexy with power but so cold, so lacking. He slides in a full clip, chambers a round. With a fluid motion, sexy and powerful, he lifts, sights and fires.
If this is love, he thinks, it is far more brutal than hate. An ache where his heart should be and he rubs absently at it. Blood on his fingers, wet and warm, red poetry slicking down his skin.
“You loved her.” He feels the ache become a throb. Notes his peripheral vision dimming.
“I still do, Changsun.” Seungho lowers the gun. “I couldn't pull the trigger for her but I can pull for you, her murderer.”
As he fades into darkness, Changsun mumbles, “But you paid me to.”
Rating: PG
Warning: character death...guns...
If this is love, he thinks, the poets lied with their pretty words of heat and passion and painful joy. This, whatever this is, lacks warmth, emotion, spontaneity. Cool and mechanical, a gun in his hand, all hard and sleek metal. Deadly and sexy with power but so cold, so lacking. He slides in a full clip, chambers a round. With a fluid motion, sexy and powerful, he lifts, sights and fires.
If this is love, he thinks, it is far more brutal than hate. An ache where his heart should be and he rubs absently at it. Blood on his fingers, wet and warm, red poetry slicking down his skin.
“You loved her.” He feels the ache become a throb. Notes his peripheral vision dimming.
“I still do, Changsun.” Seungho lowers the gun. “I couldn't pull the trigger for her but I can pull for you, her murderer.”
As he fades into darkness, Changsun mumbles, “But you paid me to.”