[TXT]: Hey Greed, I just wanted to apologize for Valentine's Day, I know my party wasn't exactly the healthiest way to face my problems but I'm working on it, I promise [TXT]: Love you <3
G: *hears the phone buzz* Hm? *breaks away from hugging and talking with Tech to quickly run over and see the texts. He stares at the phone confused* What is he going on about?[TXT] What are you talking about? Valentines Day was lovely :) [TXT] Don’t you remember the picnic lunch and our lovely event once Matt went to bed? ;) [TXT] Love you too <3
G: *joins Tech who is just sitting down watching the party go on* You having fun? T: Not particularly. I don't see the absolute pleasure of drinking that much. *motions to the rest of the party* G: *sighs* Me neither... Wanna go home? T: *looks up slightly suprised* Are you sure you want to do that? This is your boyfriends birthday party after all. G: *nods* Yeah. Besides, he hasn't really noticed me here or anything and I haven't been able to give him his gift cause he's been fucking pissed the whole time. T: *looks over to Aldric* I can definitely see that. *gets up* Alright, where's Crimson? G: Probably still lying down on the fucking couch, moping silently as he fucking stares at the ceiling. C: I'm here you idiot. I've been here the whole fucking time. *growls slightly and walks over next to Tech* T: Alright we're all here. Greed would you like to portal us home? G: *looks back at Aldric for a moment before nodding* Happy Birthday Greeny. Don't drink your life away. *sighs sadly and portals them out*
*slowly and shakily takes out the letter, unfolding it and clearing his throat and taking a deep breath before proceeding to read it*
Dear Hey Greeny,
*takes a deep breath*
My favourite colour is green, favourite food is choc-chip cookies, favourite drink is English Breakfast Tea. Favourite holiday is Christmas. I like to sleep, cook, play video games especially racing ones, make ice cream, play my instruments and pole dance in my spare time. Yeah…
I can play basically any stringed interment and a few very little other ones. I started playing when I was very young and I dreamed that one day I’d become a famous musician and make my mother proud. Although the dream was destroyed cause of my mother, I kept playing cause it made me feel better about myself and I was good at it.
I experiment with different flavours for my ice cream but I’m also trying to create other recipes that can change the way the human mind makes a person feel and stuff like that.
I hate seafood, and being backstabbed by the people I trust cause it takes a while for me to trust someone, and if they then fucking go around backstabbing me after they’ve earnt it, they have another thing fucking coming. Also I’m not a fan of over the top rugs and stuff. Plain ones or simple ones are fine but the intricate design ones aren’t the best.
*smiles softly*
I have 4 brothers, Tech and Crim, the three of us are sorta considered as triplets. Although Crim isn’t really an actual brother cause he came from me, but we count him as a brother now. Confusing but true. The other two are Bret and Chet, they’re older then us three and we don’t talk to them anymore for various reasons; not sure they’re alive either. When we were kids and, well, before I died and stuff, Bret was the oldest. Chet came next of course, then me, then Tech. Now since we have no fucking idea where the other 2 are and we don’t want to know: Tech’s the oldest, then me, then Crim. Again, fucking confusing without context. I also have a mother, that I don’t talk to, and like Bret and Chet, I’m not sure she’s alive either. My dad was murdered when I was only a baby by Crim- he didn’t mean it, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he did it.
*smile slowly fades as he reads*
Although you’re my boyfriend, my best friend is Savage. You already know some of the things that have happened to us recently, and we are still truly sorry about what has happened. It’s just confusing and shit.
I attended crappy schools, and I got beat up a lot- sometimes I started the fights. That was until I hit high school, when Tech forced me to join him at a fancy academy. He got accepted on a scholarship for his brain and I was accepted cause of my musical abilities and not too bad brain. Sure we still got beat up for time to time but it wasn’t as often. No one really liked us either way, so we usually stayed within the halls during breaks, just being happy with each other. I graduated second in the year cause Tech of course was top and I moved straight into my Thneed business while Tech went to go on to study at a top end school while helping me with maintenance at the factory. I think you already know the layout of how that went down and all. I never really had any friends at school either.
*starts sniffling as tears start to form as he reads*
Think that’s what made it harder. More fucking beatings, taunts, fucking bullies and being fucking picked on cause of our closeness. Tech and I… We didn’t need anyone else. I never had to talk to anyone about my thoughts or feelings and that stuff other then the one who never left my side. We never let anyone in.
We didn’t want to.
We didn’t fucking need to.
All we needed was each other. That’s how it always was.
Sure I had relationships from time to time, but they never lasted very long. Some were to get back at me, others were to humiliate me. Very few actually wanted to go out with me. They just did it for laughs and a good joke.
*starts to get a little shaky and twitchy while he reads*
Before I died, my body was covered in piercings. I had many on my ears, my eyebrow, nose and a few other places and my hair was more like Tech’s than it is now. I got most of the piercings once I left school but I did have some in high school. I never got a tattoo, I thought about getting one a lot but I never got around to it, however I am considering getting one now.
I have 2 scars on my chest due to a fatal experimental failure which gave me my portals and immortality, by merging the machine into my molecular structure and attempting to slam the machine’s weird workings into my fucking DNA.
I’m extremely experienced in hand-to-hand combat and divine uses, like my portals and other stuff, but I can find my way around a gun, sword or anything perfectly. … I’ve killed so many people Greeny… I never intended too. It was mostly Crim within my body, but either way it was me… Some were actually me. Some were m!a’s but a lot were my own free will. Mostly since before my death, but that still doesn’t make a difference. I’m not proud of what I’ve done to a large extent, though I will not say I didn’t enjoy parts of it. It’s sick and disturbing but it’s true.
*pauses for a few moments to sniffle and wipe his cheek with his hood sleeve*
My immortality wasn’t given to me naturally; it was forced so my body sometimes rejects the portals and stuff. That’s why I need to have my meds to stop my body rejecting it or else there’s a high chance I’ll die. Ironic right? The stuff that’s keeping me alive is probably gonna kill me one day.
The portals have also fucked me up even more. Since I learnt how to portal through different dimensions, I’ve also learnt how to portal into people’s heads. See their dreams, hopes, nightmares, memories, shit like that. I don’t do it without permission, and I’ve only ever done it to one other person but I still can. Upon entering my own mind, I got infused with some fucking shit. Like Rush has got his demon part thing; part of me is made of dreams, and another of nightmares. I have a hard time controlling it outside my mind space but I’m starting to get the hang of it. It’s nothing to be afraid of, just a little alarming at times. Another reason for the divine uses.
*the shaking and tears start to get worse. Making it's way into his voice, cracking it and stopping the ease and smoothness of his voice that made his seem calm. Replacing it with blocked and scattered breaks between his short sharp breaths*
I suffer with depression, I think you already know that, I got diagnosed a long time ago and my immortality is the only thing that’s actually keeps me alive now… I may or may not have anxiety, I haven’t really told Tech or anyone about my freakouts and stuff but I really don’t want to bother them anymore.
I’ve died once, almost died multiple times, and been tortured so many times I can’t count. If you really want me to recount them, just ask. Remember, you have to hear everything, right?
I would really like to get married and have a kid some day with the person I can’t dare to live without. Have a family, our own house with my 4 cats and just be happy. I think I’d be a good dad… I’ve had some experience from another m!a with Savage. His name was Zach, he was around 16 years old when he was with us. He was so fucking perfect… everything I wanted in a son and more…
*Grips the paper tighter, as the shaking is really showing. Tears pouring down his cheeks and not stopping*
Fuck. It’s been so fucking hard Greeny. I know I shouldn’t be talking about fucking hardships to someone who’s lived through wars, died, watched the whole world change around him as he looked out through someone else’s eyes. But I can’t help it. I can’t deal with it.
I’m only 21, I can’t decide things properly, be fucking wise or just set down my thoughts and shit. My feelings are scattered and all over the place and I don’t know which thought is for whom and what it is about anymore. All the fucking locked doors in my fucking mind are all screwed up and all over the fucking place. Unlocked. Different locks. Wrong places. Some are just fucking wide open!
*breathing starts to get shorter and faster*
Everything’s just so fucking confusing! I can’t think properly anymore! It’s on the fucking verge of snapping like Techs usually fucking does. One wrong fucking move and I’ll fucking explode! Most days, I have fucking trouble finding my tea bags. My fucking tea bags! I always fucking know where I keep them! It’s my usual routine! And I keep fucking it up for no fucking reason!
*pauses and tries to calm himself with a deep breath, tears not stopping* …
It’s just…
If we are ever going to get married one day, you need to know this shit. I can’t say my vows if you don’t know who I really am, and after you know this shit, I don’t mind if you don’t wanna get married. You’ve waited 200 or so fucking years to find the perfect person, and yours is one who’s fucked up in the head and can’t get his fucking eternal life sorted out.
*pauses to breath again* So um,
My name is Greed. Just Greed.
I’m 21, turning 22 in May. I’ve been dead for 6 years due to me putting a gun shot in my head.
I have the best boyfriend in the world, and he deserves to know me. Properly.
He needs to know that I’m not perfect.
I’m fucked up.
I fucked up.
And I can’t change it now. *more tears and small cries between broken words*
I’m sorry for everything Aldric…
So fucking sorry for putting you through various shit.
For not telling you.
For refusing to tell you.
For keeping my fucking life a secret from the one who needs to know it the most.
*struggles to get the next part out* I’m so fucking sorry Greeny…
Here’s where I should sign this letter off or something. Right? I’m not used to writing or reading one of these.
*smiles softly before it disappears, taking one last deep breath to finish the letter*
Je t'aime Aldric.
Merci pour tout ce que vous avez fait.
Cordialement,
~Greed
*brakes down in tears where he stands, too scared to go hug or even touch Aldric after he's finished. Slowly looking up at his boyfriend from the now tear stained letter with a very sad and regretful face*
Mod: Ok, I'm sorry I have to go. Mum's getting pissed at me for being on my computer at 2 in the morning :T Sorry guys, I'll reply in the morning! Night!! :3 I hope you all had fun at the party :3 Sweet dreams -w-
After some eating and grabbing a pepsi, Greed spotted his boyfriend in the crowd, excited that he showed up, he quickly made his way over with Savage at his side. "Hey Love! I see you made it! Did you like the concert?"
Crim, who wasn't that far away also spotted Rush, not too far away from Greeny. He quickly walked over to him, smirking proudly at the marks, "I see you finally made it~ Still tired from your feeding?~"
