The Groom

Above the knees, below the navel, Sliced and sewn on Gluskin's table. To make a place to push inside, The Groom will make himself a b r i d e .

[the-groom]

"I don't have time... For unfaithful whores."

[aloneandlosing-archive-blog-dea]

     One eyelid twitches — fear at becoming another body mutilated and strung up fueling his survival. “Not that I doubt you but shouldn’t a doctor be the one to do —” His shoulders shrug, he can’t even bring himself to finish the sentence. Waylon doesn’t like when Gluskin looks at him. He wants to bury his face and avoid that icy gaze, but with the only available surface being Gluskin’s chest, he’ll deal with the discomfort of being watched.

     His arms loosen to hang at his sides again; the hug had done its job of saving him from being stabbed, and now he was facing something much worse.

     “Please.” He’s not sure what he’s begging for, his voice cracking on the one word as he struggles to think of a way out.

[the-groom]

"Please?" The Groom repeats after Waylon, his unmarred brow lifting slightly at what he supposed was his way of imploring him- But for what? Undoubtedly to fix him faster.

 "Ahh, you mean... I understand. Have patience darling." The Groom makes quick work of securing two hands at the other man's waist, and then hoisting Waylon well over his shoulder. Even if for a moment his knees buckled under his weight, he simply takes note that his bride may need to shed a few pounds in order to fit into the wedding dress he'd tailored all on his own. "--I'll make you perfect when the time comes."

[aloneandlosing-archive-blog-dea]

No pain or blood follows when he gives one of the most halfhearted hugs of his life — face tilted so his cheek is pressed against the Groom’s bloody chest, eyes staring into a dark corner. Waylon’s breathing stops, fingers curling into the fabric at the small of Eddie’s back when he returns the gesture. A shaky sigh follows but the embrace only reaffirms his fears of never escaping, of being cut and…

“Sure, of course. Kids need good parents, love and well you know all that.” Eddie is definitely not a good role model, and Waylon realizes he’s rambling nervously.

He needs to delay him. “Can I see it? The, uh dress.” Give him the opportunity to escape, find somewhere to hide.

[the-groom]

"Oh, darling- You're so eager! But truly, we should wait until we're wed. Until you fill it out perfectly... Until the bleeding has subsided." The groom muses, pulling away just slightly so that he can look down at his bride to be's glowing visage. At least, that's what he understands the slight furrow of Waylon's brow to be; Anticipation.  

"If you truly want to be dressed in white before the day ends-- Then I'll treat you to the cut of a blade right now! Let's go- You'll be an honest woman yet."

[aloneandlosing-archive-blog-dea]

     It’s amazing how much of a warning can be packed into one word, ‘∂αяℓιηﻭ’.

     Waylon’s mouth opens, but it snaps shut when he’s pulled forward, pressed close to him. His heart races, fear at an all time high when he feels that blade at his ribcage.

     Do something, do something.

     As wrong as it feels he lifts his arms and wraps them around Eddie’s torso, hugging him as carefully as possible. “Y — yeah that’s all I want.” Close your eyes, think of Lisa. “You’re doing so much for me and I should do something for you.” Like run, run. 

[the-groom]

There it is; His dutiful bride to be, submitting to him as he should. Bowing his head beneath the raised hand of his dominant husband, Ah, but there was no thrill in obtaining power, really. This was about his family, the soon to be mother of his children. He had to mold him; Shape him into something better than what he was most acquainted with. Diverge him from the memories of a repugnant mother leaning idly against a wall, watching- Waiting, denying. 

"--The only thing I want from you, is for you to be a wholesome mother to our children." The weapon is still in hand, but now the Groom returns the embrace with earnest. Wraps his broader figure around Waylon and presses his disfigured visage against his temple.

"Everything will work out perfectly, darling. You'll see." 

[aleisterblacc]

[the-groom]

when xkit is getting all glitchy tho.

[aloneandlosing-archive-blog-dea]

"No,no, N O you don’t — don’t understand.” Another shudder. “I…” Need to think of something, “I don’t want to let you down, but I know I will if things go the way that you’re planning and you want things to work right?” God help him his voice is shaking as badly as his hands.

[the-groom]

"Darling." He begins, his temper beginning to flare with his growing impatience.

"Things will work. You will be beautiful." The Groom advances, a pitiless look in his eyes- Grabs Waylon by the wrist with a brutal grip and drags him forward. Flush against himself; The cold sting of metal shrapnel in Waylon's side to warn him of trying to wriggle free of his grasp.  

"--And you will have my children."

[illstainyourweddingdress]

the-groom started following you

[illstainyourweddingdress]

"…Oh are you…another one of myself then?" He said, as if he was slightly used to it. He circled around himself- what an odd sentence. He seemed to match him in every regard like his other twin. 

"Maybe I should invest in mirrors, it’s easier to explain." 

[the-groom]

"Why explain what's already in front of you?" The Groom says simply, seemingly dismissive of this situation in it's entirety. "After all, It'd be such a waste of an... Excellent opportunity." It was both him, and not himself. And there was something in him that morbidly curious to carve beneath his own flesh; Ahh, he would not be easily dissuaded. 

[aloneandlosing-archive-blog-dea]

His stomach twists, and not entirely in revulsion. He’s at a loss, mouth opening and closing before, “I don’t want to ruin it — the, the dress with blood and it may not even fit and I’m missing things.” Rambling on, “Things a bride needs?” Oh he is reaching here.

[the-groom]

"Oh, darling. You have everything you could possibly need right here. I'll make sure of that. In the end of it all, we just need each other. When I've planted new life in your womb, then you'll understand."

[aloneandlosing-archive-blog-dea]

Well, shit. “Y — you’ve thought of everything,” you poor crazy bastard, “but we just met.” A bit of a lie there. “Don’t you think it’d be better to w a i t? A day or two?”

[the-groom]

"Why? The sooner we wed, the sooner I can fill the emptiness inside of you."

[aloneandlosing-archive-blog-dea]

Ｈａｎｄ  ｔｏｕｃｈｉｎｇ． ． ．

"Oh god." He swallows his nausea back at the details. “I just need to t — time! Time to get. Things?” If his brain could ‘get’ it together that’d be great. “It’s really sudden is all and oh god.”  

[the-groom]

"--Life is short, darling. Why, the sooner we wed and consummate our undying love the better! You'll look beautiful in the dress I've picked out for you, surely."

[illstainyourweddingdress]

the-groom started following you

Mirrors. There were so many mirrors around his workshop apparently. The way he seemed to see himself so often there was just no other way to explain it. He hated it almost, to see his own face so much it felt narcissistic.

But maybe it wasn’t that bad.

"When did I get all these mirrors?" 

[the-groom]

"...?" It begets curiosity if nothing else. Killing oneself is an incredibly strange thing to do, and he's wondering about how it'd feel now as he sees another self meandering around his block. His territory. Conversation should give rise to the appropriate course of action, he thinks. Because this situation truly is a curious one.

"Not mirrors, I'm afraid."

[aloneandlosing-archive-blog-dea]

     Abort, a b o r t. “I can’t. I’m really not — you can do a lot better.” Arms instinctively wrap around his midsection. “Sorry.” Not sorry. "

[the-groom]

"Ahh, my darling bride to be... Think of us lying in bed, making love. Think of us raising children. A family. Growing old together. I can see it-- We're meant to be! You're the only girl I have eyes for. Let me take care of you."

[aloneandlosing-archive-blog-dea]

"You’re missing the point I’m n —" Why was he even trying to explain? "I’m sure there’s someone better for you.”

[the-groom]

"There's no need to be humble, darling... I choose you. You'll understand better once we're wed... Once you have new life growing in your womb."

[aloneandlosing-archive-blog-dea]

"Are you kidding me?" Waylon pauses, "I suffered before you came along and got by just fine.” Said suffering increased exponentially thereafter — he left that bit out.

[the-groom]

"Ahh, but you won't have to be alone anymore! Come, darling. Don't make me have to hurt you."

[the-groom]

"Did you know the first computer was actually a loom called the Jacquard loom? It was an automated, mechanical loom, and it didn’t use any electricity."

"I want a divorce my wife is a nerd"

[radiant-pie]