NONNIE, NYX
HE/HIM
27
December 12
Ballonlea, Galar
andressexual
Enforcer
GRUNT
in the low lamplight i was free, heaven and hell were words to me
TAG WITH @straub
onyx straub
hold me (like a grudge) [m, c]
POSTED ON Apr 4, 2024 1:59:14 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","nornery"] [attr="class","text"]Andres lets his head slip to the side, the back of his skull fitting so neatly into Onyx’s palm, so perfectly and so sickeningly familiar that it makes his stomach roll. How easy it would be to squeeze and twist, pull and push, apply force and introduce skull to blunt object; how easy it would be to flex his elbow and press their mouths together. [break][break] How horrible it is to have both of these images playing in his brain, so powerful they cancel each other out and the electrical signals traveling down his arm do nothing but burn. [break][break] “No,” he says, after Andres speaks, and it’s less of a word and more the noise a wounded animal makes, because, “that’s not it. That’s never-- never been it.” [break][break] Or maybe it was, once, long ago. Some twisted, fucked up version of Andres being not good enough. But it has always been Onyx’s own shortcomings, in the end. [break][break] “I--,” and he can’t speak, the words are hot air in his throat. [break][break] Onyx might be expertly full of shit, but he is, unfortunately, too smart to believe this could work. This practice of I don’t need to know. Eventually, something will follow him home; eventually he’ll forget his prayer and his rosary and his salt, and the demons will be let in. [break][break] He is a bad person. He is bad for Andres. Nothing good can come of this, nothing but fire and ash for the both of them. He’ll die on a job and Andres will be alone; he’ll bring something home and Andres will get hurt. And the thought of Andres being with him when he should be with someone who is good and wholesome and worthwhile and makes him happy just rips Onyx to shreds. [break][break] “God. God.” The growl that rips out of him is animalistic, and he crashes their mouths together, legs knees spreading to hover his hips over Andres’. Because this is a double-edged sword he’s gripping by the blade, cutting into both palms. [break][break] He doesn’t think he’s strong enough to leave, to keep leaving, with the intent of staying away. But Andres’ safety-- physical, mental, emotional-- has to be paramount. Has to be more important than his own selfish needs, and Andres’ misguided desires. [break][break] “I can’t,” he says, breaking apart only when they finally have to breathe, “I can’t let you get hurt because of me. I’m sorry, Andres.” His stomach churns, and he is full on crying, now. “Fuck, I can’t-- I can’t leave. I was hoping you’d tell me to go. I was hoping you could be the strong one but I--,” [break][break] What was the harm in pretending, even for a little bit? It would've been so easy, if Onyx wasn't so well versed in harm. [attr="class","ooc"] [break] NOTES ✦ LOCAL DISASTER FEELS SOMETHING STORY AT 11 [googlefont=Poppins] [newclass=.nornery]--accent:#9B1C47;[/newclass] [newclass=.nornery]font:12px Roboto;letter-spacing:.25px;line-height:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nornery b"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nornery i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nornery u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".nornery a"]color:var(--accent);font:12px Roboto;[/newclass] [newclass=".nornery h1"]font:bold 15px Poppins;color:var(--accent);letter-spacing:.1px[/newclass] [newclass=".nornery h2"]font:bold 14px Poppins;color:var(--accent);letter-spacing:.1px[/newclass] [newclass=".nornery .text b"]font:bold 12px Poppins;letter-spacing:.1px;line-height:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nornery .tag a"]font:bold 15px Poppins;letter-spacing:.1px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nornery .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass] [newclass=".nornery .credit"]font:10px Poppins!important;[/newclass] [newclass=".nornery .credit a"]font:10px Poppins!important;[/newclass]
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