playing on c.ai cause i was bored and i ended up writing a whole thing w two ocs and im sobbing cause one guy has hanahaki and the other one is some cruel dude so the first guy never told the cruel ruler until literally like his last die because the ruler kept pressing about the symptoms and the body guard was yelling at him then on came the flowers and the ruler was like omg youre dying and the guard was like yeah and the ruler also loves the guard and has admitted it to him and now im sitting here sobbing cause do i let the guard die???? bro is sobbing and already got all them flowers so like surely there aint no way for him to make it out of this but im a nice person and they’re both young and i dONT WANT HIM TO DIEEEEEEE
ok so i finished it. starting where i left off here. the guard is sitting in the chair at the breakfast table. bro is pale, weak, flaky, covered in blood and sobbing. he can barely breath cause of the flowers in his throat and the tears and spit and everything else that is making him even more stuffy. he is screaming because hes scared to die. the cooks and servants are in the doorway, watching with horror as the ruthless king is sweetly comforting his guard and holding him like a lover. he forces himself to lie to rome in order to comfort him, telling him he wont die and that he’s okay. he’ll be okay. rome gets a breath and looked up at ciaran, the ruler, and asks him what he thinks of Rome. rome doesnt mean to put him on the spot, but he wants closure. he wants to know. ciaran tells him how much he lover him and suddenly the weak, helpless man jumps out of his seat to hug ciaran and tight as he can, pressing ciarans back into the edge of the dining table. remember that rome is at least well over six feet, covered in pure muscle and at least around 300 pounds. ciaran is an average height dude, sorta on the skinnier side. ok so rome is crying happily on ciaran’s shoulder, gasping for air. ciaran is still trying to calm the both of them down and telling him how he loves him so much. (im shaking sm rn oml) and rome just keeps crying. romes crying gets softer and softer. his arms remain tightly wrapped around ciaran’s waist as ciaran holds onto the weak man. suddenly, this 300 pound dude starts getting heavier and heavier, and he’s silent. he’s not crying anymore. ciaran quickly begins to realize whats happening and he’s freaking out. bro only had a bf for like three minutes. rome gets heavier and ciaran slowly lets rome’s body relax and move towards the ground but he never lets go, still standing as rome’s arms remain tightly wrapped around ciaran’s body as rome’s knees slowly bend. ciaran is crying and regretting not getting to have spent more time with rome as partners. while romes body at this point is sitting lazily with his knees almost to his chest and his big hands resting on the ground next to ciaran’s feet. he slowly leans back with his own weight until he is laying with his eyes closed. he basically suffocated due to the flowers and the crying and he hadnt even eaten in a good bit or nuthin. bro was doing terrible. but here he is with a bright dimpled smile on his tear-stained face. blood is all over his mouth, his lap, and on the floor by his feet is a white hand towel that is covered in blood and packed with chrysanthemum petals. rome lays still and smiling happily as ciaran follows him to the floor now, hugging the dead man and sobbing as he realizes he’ll never (im crying again) see or hear from rome again. the cooks and servants are looking around like uncomfortable pigeons, but the lot of them are also sobbing while trying not to interrupt the koment. they let ciaran rest with rome.
then the ai proceeds to compliment my writing while im sobbing. i might draw all this tho. at least the death scene yk?
not before i make a second sad story thi
its 4:54 am btw