Thantophobia for Adonis? 😔✊
//what's this?? a post on the metanoia tumblr?? answering asks after disappearing for nearly a year?? yes. that's correct. I hope you enjoy this anon! Sorry, it's so everywhere -- writing romantic adonis isn't something I've had to do in full yet lol
thantophobia – the phobia of losing someone you love
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They do not fear death. It's something inevitable and something necessary for life to go on. They are content to just live in the now, alive and well. Hmm, maybe "well" isn't the best way to describe things. Especially not now. Adonis was 'well' yesterday, their love was 'well' yesterday -- but today? Something was off. First, it was a feeling, something akin to dread that they could not pinpoint the source of, followed by his partner drifting in and out of awareness. They tried to keep near them, worried for their wellbeing but that proved impossible between their appointments.
They suppose they should have tried harder, but how were they to know what would happen a mere two hours after lunch? God. God! It all went to shit fast. Too fast.
And now, their love lies motionless on the ground, seeping blood and gore across the cement floor, and contorted grotesquely. They are, without a doubt, dead. Dead... That's not something Adonis had ever thought they'd use to describe their partner. 'Dead'. Huh...
They take a seat beside their lover's body, hardly registering the ooze now clinging to their skin and clothes. They hope it's a dream, that this is all some stupid nightmare.
Was it their fault? Was this punishment? For what?
They gently place their calloused hand on their partner's cheek. They're still warm, not even two minutes dead, and it's agonizing. They feel alive. They should //be// alive. They savor the heat of their skin, one last intimate moment together. Their thoughts swarm like angry bees.
"Do you wish to try again?" A voice like shattering glass and the sharp hum of the cicadas' song breaks through the tense atmosphere. Adonis can hear shuffling -- perhaps one of their friends, perhaps not. The voice isn't familiar. "One final attempt?"
Adonis looks up and out into the encroaching darkness. There's a figure there, dark like shadows and dancing like the static on a TV. "What?"
"Yes, one final chance. A last attempt at getting this right, finally."
And, like the sound of air being sucked out of a room, the figure is gone. Adonis looks down, perplexed, but curious. Beneath their fingers, wounds heal and bones return to their correct position. It's horrifying to behold and yet it's something the Adonis longs for. A mere moment later, their lover's eyes flutter open.
One last chance... One final try to keep this from happening.
