the only Heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you.
words: 281
song: take me to church (hozier)
/"Take me to church--I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife."/
‘Possessive’ would be a kind understatement.
He knew what was his--and he wasn't the type to share.
He was completely, utterly, and hopelessly devoted to his lover--more than he'd like to admit, sometimes. He absolutely hated seeing the blonde interact with other (possible) lovers, he hated knowing that he wasn't solely his, not anymore.
He was the only thing that gave him a real reason to live, the only thing that made him feel like someone. That someone thought that he, of all people, was special.
He absolutely hated the thought of someone taking that away from him. What he hated even more, though, was obstructing his lover's happiness.
No matter what you do to me, I'll always be by your side.
He would abide by that. That was their often-unsaid agreement, wasn't it?
Even if it hurt him to see him go off with other people, no matter how much he hated it, no matter how much he wanted to stop it, he couldn't, and he wouldn't. He had no right. It was hypocritical of him to. No matter how much it hurt.
He would step aside, regrettably, begrudgingly, and leave it be--scribbling away at his journal, slicing away at already broken skin.
Who cares how he felt, right? Because everyone would just do whatever they wanted, anyways. Those who wanted Ren would still pursue him, anyways, no matter what he wanted. No one cared. No one ever did.
So he wouldn't either.
/"Offer me that deathless death--good God, let me give you my life."/











