Slow and Burning like my flesh
A/N: I swear to god, this is probably the crackiest thing I will ever write. enjoy:
It was a sunny afternoon though most of the forest was blanketed in snow, the ground on the path was in a consistency between solid ground, and mud. Kurt creeped his way towards Blaine, moving as fast as he could (which admittedly was rather slow) to catch up, and leaving a light coat of slime behind him. Blaine glanced back and saw Kurt move his eyestalks in a fashion that said “I love you.”
“As I love you,” Blaine indicated.
“slowpoke.” He added teasingly
Kurt sped up his pace, although he was still going, literally, at a snail’s crawl. His light brown shell glistened in the light, which also sparkled on the snow along the banks of the path. Blaine’s shell was a such a dark brown it was almost black, with tiny, tight spiral grooves on it.
The path dipped now with large, textured imprints (a human would recognize them as footprints from a pair of winter boots.). Blaine slid into one, and started along the bumpy terrain, when he felt a slight tickling, then burning, and soon consuming pain shoot through his soft underbelly.
“AAAACH!” came the scream that chilled Kurt to his mucus.
“Blaine!” Kurt wanted to call. But he couldn’t; snails have no voice.
Slowly Kurt made his way to his dying love. He slipped down the mild slope and into the treacherous pit. Kurt managed to get to Blaine before his dying breath, and he ignored the sharp, and painful tingling in his own body.
“Blaine!” Kurt fretfully motioned.
“It’s okay, Kurt. I’m just glad I got to spend these last few moments with you.” And with that Blaine slipped into the void of death.
“No! Blaine! Wake up! You have to wake up!” Kurt’s eyestalks said. Quickly salt-filled wounding tears slipped down from Kurt’s eyes. He knew Blaine was gone. And now he could no longer ignore the pain building up in his own body from the salt in those boot tracks. Physical pain took precedent over the emotional, and soon Kurt too slipped into the black abyss. His last thoughts:
At least I’ll be with Blaine.
A Human came along several days later to find two snails dead, intertwined, and frozen together. The Human buried them in a shared grave underneath a nearby tree, and marked the grave with a small rock. Of course a few days later the grave would be dug up by a small omnivore desperate for food, but they were never to know.
