house of memories - h.js (m) | teaser
Description: just how many people need to die so that we can live? Pairing: joshua hong x reader Genre: strangers to lovers to enemies, supernatural au (vampires/witches/werewolves), witch joshua and witch reader. Rating: intended for mature audiences, readers discretion is advised
Warnings: descriptions of bloods, guts and gore, death (both minor and major), mature language, smut, fast love into slow burn, angst, and general heartbreak.
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???. I called your name till the fever broke.
Bitter.
Agonising your taste buds with a taste youâd never had before; bitter, and heavy; weighting on your tongue and slinking down your throat like something foul had leaked into your body. You couldnât decipher it, it skulked its way down your oesophagus and into your stomach, fleecing its way into your bloodstream to hum under your skin.
But it riveted its way back out, clammy skin that looked like tissue paper pulled over a wireframe; soaked in a dewiness of rot, a slick of pain, the beads of salt weeping from the pore. You were disgusting, but he thought you were the most beautiful person on this earth.
He looked death in the eyes, and it stared back at him in a pained adoration with all it had left to give; it wheezed words out to him, lulled him into the idea that your sleep would be plentiful and healing, it told him everything would be okay; thereâs honesty death for everyone, but at that moment, nobody told him that death was also a liar.
âDid you think it would turn out like this?â The words bled through the cracks of your mouth, subjected to the last bit of air your lungs could hold, that faithful rattle in your ribcage like something was clawing its way out, âWhen you met me all those years ago, did you think weâd be sitting here like this now?â
âNo,â He sobered, his body wouldnât forget the dampness of this ground anytime soon; clammy and frozen beneath him like the reaperâs fingers clinging to his thighs, âBut I guess thereâs a lot of things I didnât expect would happen.â
âIâm sorry ShuaâŠâ
âI know.â
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