a morticians tale .
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a morticians tale .
@findrot
tell me, do you fear death, my darling?

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀ ⠀too sweet, some would say so ~ ⠀ ⠀

so they’re 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦, yeah? fingers wiggle for a beat longer before holding them still. why are they so interested in his digits? call them pretty.

ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ⠀ ⠀hehe, thank you ~ ⠀ ⠀


turning them over within their palms, wiggling his fingers. do you think i have pretty nails?

“ i’ll be okay… ” a cough with some blood, it slid down their chin, “ just keep me awake, okay? ” their hand loosened some of the pressure it was holding onto the towels, letting him take over most of the pressure, “ i’m okay… ” it was like they were more worried for him.

“ sit me down… ” they were already moving towards the floor, knees no longer wanting to hold their weight… showing the true damage that had been done. a small noise of pain, eyes closing now, “ some human… he was on our property… wouldn’t leave… ”

“ i got stabbed… a few times actually, ” a small laugh like they weren’t actively bleeding to death right now. helping him hold those towels to the wounds. “ just keep the pressure, i should heal before my body gives out… ”

stumbling in, blood coming from their stomach, a hand pressed against the wounds. . . it appears someone had injured them, throwing open drawers until they found towels to press to the wound, " is anyone here? "

shifting some after feeling those tears fall onto them, a thumb gently wipes a few tears now, " i'm stronger now... no one will hurt you again... "

cuddling up to @c7nines with a hum, eyes closing. " i can't... i can't believe i got you back... "


