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Many things—Brynn had done many terrible, immoral things in his few years of life. He'd ended many lives without a second thought, and at some point had kept a run-down piece of chalkboard and a peeling white stone with tally marks of his sins; the last number he remembered was 54, before he stopped caring enough to even remember them as hastily drawn lines. The man couldn't remember his first, nor his last, and their bloodcurdling screams lingered in his memory as collages and mashes of high-pitched nonsense he could put no names to. He had dealt many fatal blows, whether knife wounds or shifted gashes, and never in his twenty-one years had he hesitated or regretted it as he stared into blank eyes already losing their colour.

Why then did he feel his own body recoil in disgust and fear at him, his heart drop metres as the last of the soft fabric was drawn from his fingers? The dark haired male's stomach churned, twisting and tying itself into impossible knots, and he turned as it forced his most recent meal of wine to pour out from his lips, muddled with the taste of burnt rabbit and digestive bile. His mind lagged, cloudy with a feeling like intoxication, and his  body jogged further behind. He couldn't move, he couldn't think, and all he could feel was freezing air stinging his pale skin and wind whipping at his hair almost in anger. Bubbles burst at the water's disturbingly still surface, the only sign of her invisible struggle against death. He could save her, easily, yet his legs wouldn't move and seemed to nail him to that patch of grass and dirt.

Bubbles stopped, feet warmed, and he stumbled forward only to fall onto his knees and utter a piercing shriek of fain and anger and sadness and what he imagined was the heavy weight of regret. He'd killed her—the only one who'd mattered, and the only one who'd cared. What, the, was the purpose of his life? Nothing, nada, zilch. Brynn's jeans bruised his knees as he slid onto his stomach to grab clumsily at a long, broken branch and poke at its sharp point tentatively. Thoughts flashed like frantic lights to people he thought he'd miss in whatever miserable afterlife he'd end up in, then lingered on the kitten he'd nurtured in his bloody ways for the past few days. His lips parted to whisper a goodybye to her spirit, or at least the idea that it was watching with content as he did this, and his voice croaked to utter an "I." It felt as if a stone had been shoved down his throat, or a lid closed on his voicebox, and his lips held back to keep him from even mouthing the words he needed to say. Even with her gone, he couldn't say the important things. 

Things like this were exactly why he needed to do this. Standing, Brynn turned his back to the lake, emotionally unable to see it anymore, with the crystalline water devoid of the movement of the alive. His lips quirked into the echo of a grin, bearing slightly stained teeth, as the stick pierced his stomach with much resistance, jerking and stopping as he forced it through his flesh, dampening his hands with syrupy red and ruining jeans he forgot to care for. The pain was warm, tingling, and comforting in its reappearance; recent days had been odd, lacking routine, and he was thankful the last thing he would feel was something he was used to and nothing confusingly new. The stick finally pierced a particularly tough piece of his insides, and he threw up the familiar sticky red with a choking cough. He might not have been able to say it, but he completed the thought in his mind nonetheless.

I love you, kitno, Cat. I'm sorry. I love

☇ ♛ A l l D r e s s e d U p I n B l a c k & W h i t e


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crazehgurl12
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The monster's red eyes flickered as it brushed over the other's love. With a sudden jerk, the monster's breathing stopped as it watched a story unfold in front of it, and the girl inside of it pushed a bloodcurdling scream from its throat. The red eyes melted to blue as the small, pale girl came to the surface. Cat came to the surface. "Brynn!" Another wretched scream ripped at her throat as she sloshed through the muddy lake water. The monster that had been there only a moment before was gone, burned alive and tossed into a deep dark pit until the next time it overtook her body. 

She made it to the dark boy's body and she threw herself on him, ripping off his pale hands that gripped the stick that was lodged inside of his abdomen. Tears began to stain her cheeks as she turned away and spattered a thin sheen of bile into the grass, her empty stomach convulsing and leaving her throat burning. She wiped her mouth and turned back, her breathing in short gasps. "Y-you can't, you can't....." She reached out her hand and touched his face, running her thumb over his pale lips. 

This was her fault. All of it. If she had just stayed away from him, had just left him like he had wanted only a week before, this wouldn't have happened. None of it. But she had to help him now, she had to. He couldn't die. She stood up, holding out her hands and levitating him with her thoughts. She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to fight the monster that was threatening to come forth again.

She had a mission; she would not fail.

She quickly ran through the forest, Brynn following through the air as she willed him to fly. Ragged gasps tore at her throat and her feet burned with small cuts and bruises acquired from the forest floor. With the cabin in sight, she shot for the adjacent door, kicking it open and guiding Brynn inside and onto the mattress. She stumbled over to the pile of rubbish; wine glasses, blankets, clothes, rags.....She grabbed one of the thick strips of cloth and rushed back over to Brynn's side. Her cheeks and lips paled and she gripped the stock and pulled it out gently, a slurping sound causing her to gag as the stick was freed from Brynn's stomach. She put pressure on his wound, salty wet drops raining down her face and sobs wracking her body as his blood seeped through her fingers. She tired the cloth around his torso and tied it tightly, tight enough to stop the blood flow. She grabbed another wine-stained blanket and tucked it over the dark haired man.

She leaned over him, her body shaking violently and her chest and throat on fire as she sobbed. She reached up with her bloodied hands and touched his cheek, her tears dripping onto his face and neck. "Y-you can't die, y-you can't," she croaked, her blue eyes searching his face. "You can't, y-you can't, because-" She stopped, choking as she tried to form the words, tried to make sound through her blubbering. "Because I love you," she breathed, hardly a wisp of sound in the air as she buried her face into his neck, breathing in the scent of dirt and wine. 

Rylan: *SASS-OVERLOAD*
Violet: Woah.....hawt. o.o
Authors: AHAHAHAHAHA

Riolet and Jaziel are OTP.

Attack on Titan. Bruh.


Posted By:
crazehgurl12
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(Bump if you can. (: If not ish cool.)

Rylan: *SASS-OVERLOAD*
Violet: Woah.....hawt. o.o
Authors: AHAHAHAHAHA

Riolet and Jaziel are OTP.

Attack on Titan. Bruh.


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FreelyRenee
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Her tears plopped onto his neck: slow, deliberate, like raindrops. And like rain, it leaked into unwanted crevices through small, unnoticed holes; the uncomfortable warmth of the water creeped like spiders down his skin, spilling past his collarbone where it seeped into his chest to begin his heartache anew. Each tear fell at its own pleasure with no steady beat, playing out its own happy tune to Cat’s soft sobs. Sobbing. She was crying—for him. Brynn willed his eyes to clamp shut, his nose to take shallow breaths permeated by the familiar, welcome scent of blood. He forced himself to be deaf to her choked cries, instead occupying his thoughts with the calming tweets of careless, flittering birds outside the cabin. But his lips, they fought, quivered to whisper sweet words into her own ears, to assure her that he, and everything else, was alright. Had she been any other lonely, young blonde thing, or had he himself been a different man, he would have told her that her survival alone meant that fate itself was on their side—yet he knew a lie well when he heard one. They weren’t meant to be, ever. He would hurt her, as he did every other woman he touched, every other person he befriended. He would make her suffer. She would wish she had never met him, that she had never trailed him; if only he could have told her then that following him was seeking pain. But worse than the thoughts of her cursing his name as she cried, as much as she was now, was that he would have her bear a lifetime of it if it only meant he could hold her, kiss her, and have her kiss back only for a second. A second of bliss. That terrified him—he terrified him; he was a monster.

‘I love you.’
 
And those were the words he needed, the very ones he yearned for with every inch of his being. Yet the sound of it falling from her lips made him recoil in disgust. He pressed himself further into the tough mattress, the springy, makeshift bed responded with a loud creak. Brynn grabbed her hand, pulling it past his cheek to where he could brush his lips against her skin and smell her flowery scent at new heights, taste her innocence and remind himself just why she was never to be his. “Stop this. Stop it. You—no, I deserve much better than your petty lies. You don’t. “ He croaked, still winded from his little show earlier. The burning in his stomach forced him to clench his jaws and take each breath with a deep hiss. He had, however, felt worse; Brynn had been much closer to death than a dull stick could have brought him. He forced himself to sit up, his hand immediately flying to clutch his side and stop his blood and guts from pouring out like strawberry juice (but, no, she had already bandaged him fairly well). He glanced around his cabin, willing himself to look everywhere but at her. It was, however, much easier thought than done. Cat’s radiance seemed to draw his attention almost unnaturally, her loud crying hardly helped, and the only thing amongst his dirty belongings that could counter was the bottles stuffed in the corner, half-hidden by patched shirts and jeans. The promise of happiness, useful amnesia, and a nice headache in the morning to take his mind off whatever crimes committed was oh-so-wonderful—but, no, he shouldn’t. “You can stay a few more days to gather yourself, but then you need to leave. I have better things to worry on. You’re going to get me killed.” His voice rang loudly through the room, even as his eyes slipped from her gaze in shame, a silent apology. “You’ve known me for less than a week, haven’t you? Do you throw your love around so easily? Maybe you’re better suited to some night work than a lying freeloader. I can take care of myself, and you’re old enough to do so as well. There’s n-no reason to stay.”
 

☇ ♛ A l l D r e s s e d U p I n B l a c k & W h i t e


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crazehgurl12
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(Yaaaaay! xD)

Cat gasped as she felt Brynn move from under her. Alive. Not dead. Oh, thank the heavens! She hurried off of him to give him room to move, her blue eyes flickering over his face and her ears straining to hear his choked words. 

"Stop this."

"I deserve much better than your petty lies."


The relief that had once crept onto her features now merged into immense confusion. She watched intently as he sat up, her limbs sprang into action immediately;

"N-no, s-stay down, you need to re-"

"You're going to get me killed"

"You need to leave."


At first, she couldn't process the words. Her mind, face--everything--went blank. She stared at him, her brows furrowed and her lips slightly agape. After this fleeting moment of utter confusion, the realization of it slammed into her like a thousand bullets from a shotgun.

He wanted her to leave.

She had known that from the beginning. He had wanted her to leave from the beginning. But, in that time, she thought he had changed. Thought he wanted her to stay. She could faintly remember his words before she was thrown into the lake. He had wanted her to stay.

But now, he didn't.

Her face twisted into something horrible, a mix of anger, overwhelming shock, and most of all--distraught. The one she loved had accused her of making a path for his death and destruction when she had just saved him moments before. The one she loved was telling her to leave, telling her he didn't have time to worry about a lying freeloader like her, and that she shouldn't throw her love around so easily.

She had never felt so much pain in her entire life, and she felt as if she were going to break from the inside out.

Her eyes had become glassy with new found tears, though they didn't fall down her already stained cheeks. She couldn't breathe, and she felt like she was choking, just as she had been before when Brynn had been carrying her in his strong arms to the lake. So, maybe he had been trying to kill her. Maybe, just maybe, he hated her as much as the day he had met her.

She pushed herself numbly to her feet, though she felt as if any movement would shatter her, send her to dust. She turned from his battered body as if she was turning away from her own soul, her own spirit, because that's what she felt she was leaving behind.

She was at the door now, gripping the handle. She was leaving him. Leaving all she loved and all she thought loved her back. She was dead wrong. Maybe that's why he hated her. She always gathered evidence that was fake and merged it into a conclusion she thought was true. 

"I'm sorry."

A soft mumble drifted from her lips, sounding nothing but a murmur to some, but to other, it had all of her brokenness, her pain, everything merged inside of it's sound. She didn't wait for a reply, for she had already left with the door being shut behind her.
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The small blonde dragged herself down the street, her eyes showing no signs of life. She would have liked it better if he had died. She would rather him be gone than hate her like he did. She never wanted to know that, how much he actually despised her. 

She knew a way where she would never be tempted to go back and bother him again. Her feet took her to a man in a blue-clad uniform, his gold buttons glistening in the sunlight along with his black leather belt with all of his gadgets and tools. She tapped on his shoulder, grasping his wavering attention as a bored look was bestowed upon her. "What d'you want, kid?" Cat lifted her hands, her eyes bleeding red as she lifted a nearby vehicle, bringing it right in front of the newly terrified guard's face. She dropped it, the car's wheels violently slamming into the concrete and the glass shattering as the alarm rang through her dulled consciousness.

One moment, she was free physically with her mind trapped in a horrible, heart-wrenching abyss, and the next, she was surrounded by the blue-clad men, and her arms and legs were pinned to her small body with cold, hard chains. Areas of newly sprouted pain hardly nicked her awareness as she was punched, kicked and slapped excessively. A more powerful pain hardly registered as it rushed throughout her body in a sharp zip. It was only then that she couldn't feel, couldn't see, and everything went black temporarily.

Yes, she would enjoy this much better. 

Rylan: *SASS-OVERLOAD*
Violet: Woah.....hawt. o.o
Authors: AHAHAHAHAHA

Riolet and Jaziel are OTP.

Attack on Titan. Bruh.


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