anything killer and swap, ship, one sided, go for it i just want to be fed /silly and 33 my favorite number
ah yes ceo of something blue.... you're here too.......
We never die yeah
Because it’s the age of flowering with one seed
Throw me here in the dungeon of the world
A lot of nights, breathless nights, breathe
the twin suns hang low over the dunes, casting long shadows as killer and blue sit in silence. the heat presses down on them, but neither seems to care. the air between them feels heavier than the desert wind.
“this – whatever happening between us – won’t last,” killer says finally, his voice almost lost in the sand. “one wrong move, and it will all fall apart. nightmare, dream, us.”
blue doesn’t look at him, his gaze fixed on the horizon as he hums, “maybe. but isn’t it worth it, even for just this moment?”
killer scoffs, a self-depreciating smile on his face. “you make it sound easy. like we’re not balancing on the edge of a knife.”
“of course it’s not easy,” blue says, his voice steady. “it’s dangerous. but-” he turns to look at killer, his eyes soft and sparkling. “-it’s worth it to breathe a little. live a little.”
killer turns away from the searching gaze, his sockets dark and unreadable. “hope gets you nowhere but further disappointment and suffering.”
“so is giving up,” blue counters. “even if this thing between us is precarious, it’s still worth living for, right?”
killer doesn’t reply, but his hand brushes against blue’s in the sand. both of them can feel how fragile this moment is – how one small mistake can cost both of them their lives. and yet, for now, they stay.