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Title: your gift
Author: forgotten evil
Rating: pg-13 or R
Pairing: Benji and Joel
Summary: last night I had a dream
Authors notes: VERY short, 308 words.
disclaimer: own no-one and no-thing
Last night I had a dream.
I walked in to the kitchen to find you sitting at the table, knife and fork in your hand and a content smile gracing your hole-filled lips.
Your shirt was a deep chrisom and there was a giant rip on the right side. I sat down at the table next to you, asking you what you were eating.
You smiled showing me, you whole face was covered with red. I touched my finger to you cheek, licking off the substance, it was blood. We smiled together.
I pulled your plate towards me, consequently pulling you as well. You stood up shuffling around as I leant backwards allowing you to settle on my lap. Even though I was smaller then you, this was the way we were meant to be.
I smiled up as you as I fed you, your tattooed hand covering my own unmarked one.
Soon we both stopped, you looking down at me as you picked up the last piece, handing to me. You rose from the table, running your blood stained hand through my brown Mohawk, permanently changing its color, reminding me for a short while.
You kissed me on the top of the head before walking out and away.
I held your gift close to my heart.
I awoke from my slumber, feeling your cold body pressed into my back as I reached under my pillow, extracting the soft rotting object. I held it in the light, smiling maliciously. I squeezed it as hard as I could, bits oozing out between my fingers. I brought it to my naked chest, rubbing it all over me.
Turning over I pulled your fading form close to me, sharing with you what was spread on my chest.
I smiled again, contentment and fulfillment flooding me.
It was your gift, it was your heart.
Author: forgotten evil
Rating: pg-13 or R
Pairing: Benji and Joel
Summary: last night I had a dream
Authors notes: VERY short, 308 words.
disclaimer: own no-one and no-thing
Last night I had a dream.
I walked in to the kitchen to find you sitting at the table, knife and fork in your hand and a content smile gracing your hole-filled lips.
Your shirt was a deep chrisom and there was a giant rip on the right side. I sat down at the table next to you, asking you what you were eating.
You smiled showing me, you whole face was covered with red. I touched my finger to you cheek, licking off the substance, it was blood. We smiled together.
I pulled your plate towards me, consequently pulling you as well. You stood up shuffling around as I leant backwards allowing you to settle on my lap. Even though I was smaller then you, this was the way we were meant to be.
I smiled up as you as I fed you, your tattooed hand covering my own unmarked one.
Soon we both stopped, you looking down at me as you picked up the last piece, handing to me. You rose from the table, running your blood stained hand through my brown Mohawk, permanently changing its color, reminding me for a short while.
You kissed me on the top of the head before walking out and away.
I held your gift close to my heart.
I awoke from my slumber, feeling your cold body pressed into my back as I reached under my pillow, extracting the soft rotting object. I held it in the light, smiling maliciously. I squeezed it as hard as I could, bits oozing out between my fingers. I brought it to my naked chest, rubbing it all over me.
Turning over I pulled your fading form close to me, sharing with you what was spread on my chest.
I smiled again, contentment and fulfillment flooding me.
It was your gift, it was your heart.