WARNINGS FOR VIOLENCE (and probably bad writing and typos)
Once back at Astra’s room Astra grabbed the telescope and shoved it under his bed where he always keeps it. “so..Trono” He decided to try again and turned towards his friend.
Astra fell silent again, this time Trono wasn't zoning out. He was staring right at him with the angriest expression he’d ever seen on him. “....Trono?”
“Trono? Trono what?” The man spat at him with venom as his hand moved to close the door behind him.
Before Astra could utter another word Trono lunged at him, Astra’s breath hitched as he avoided it.
“Trono?? what the fuck is up with you stop it!” He snapped but Trono didn't stop and eventually grabbed Astra by their clothing and slammed them down.
“shut the fuck up yourself for once for fucks sake!” Trono hissed.
“Do you know how fucking annoying it is to listen to you yap yap and yap about pointless shit and just throw a smile at you? Only for it all to be fucking pointless cause apparently I can’t have your job by being fucking better then you like it should go!”
Astra tried to push Trono off but the man’s hands clamped around his throat tightly. starting to choke him. His eyes were terrifying, such murderous intent pointed at him from the man he loved.
“BUT NO, Crownus tells me I need to pick another fucking profession unless you’re dead. Fine then, atleast I dont have to fucking listen to you anymore” The room was starting to heat up.
Trono squeezed so hard, Astra couldn't breath as his hand scrambled to try grab anything, eventually managing to use his leg to kick Trono hard enough to get his grip off him and push him off.
Astra scrambled on his feet, he could feel his heart racing out of his chest. What was going on? What was Trono saying? Did he mean it? The room was getting unbearably hot, He felt weak, Trono clearly did too as he stumbled before launching at him again.
“T-Trono wait?” He let out a stutter as he rubbed his throat and held his other hand out to keep Trono away who didn't listen and pushed Astra harshly against a wall.
A golden sun mask on the wall shook, partly melted before it fell. Trono had caught the shaking and pushed Astra’s chin up. The mask landed square on his face.
Screams of pure agony filled the room as Astra could feel his flesh melt and fuse with the mask, his eyes under it melted and gone in moments, everything else disappeared as the pain overwrote his senses.
Trono let go and Astra fell and curled on the floor in agony.
Trono then walked over to grab a sharp tool from the table on the other side of the room. He launched at Astra again with it, but Astra managed to notice it and kicked his arm to make Trono drop it.
Astra also grabbed Trono’s pants and pulled so the man fell on his back. Astra, whimpering in agony pulled Trono and began to choke the man himself.
The man under him fought in anger, swinging at Astra who managed to avoid them. He could feel the man’s flesh burn under his hands as he squeezed harder. any tears that might’ve left his eye evaporated in the heat.
It felt like forever, watching the light drain from those eyes he once loved, loved to watch them crinkle in the corners when they spent time together, loved to sink into.
Eventually the man stopped struggling, but Astra couldn't let go for a good minute after, when he staggered and curled up against his bed sobbing, he stayed there. probably hours before he passed out, be it from the pain of sheer overwhelming exhaustion.
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Dear fucking diary
Why does anyone even write these…?
