Falling for Thanes
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Adult
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Falling for Thanes
Falling for Thanes
Thanes. He's perfect you know. Looking at him I don't see how anyone couldn't fall for him. So beautiful, the shining emerald eyes, ebony hair as black as death and soft as silk...perfect in every way. His pale skin almost matches the snow, the contrast between his hair and skin making his looks all the more striking.
Even I could not fight against his charm, his body, his skills and rich voice. But I was never given a second glance. He thought that because we were both males that I did not deserve his affections. I tried to show him different, I tried to make him realize that I was special...
Being brushed off so many times leads to the downward spiral. I began to believe the venom he spewed, began to view myself as wrong, vile, sick...it became too much, and soon my arms were hidden in long sleeve shirts, dark in color so if the lines of red began to cry no one would notice.
It is sad how little people pay attention to those supposedly 'close' and 'dear' to them. None of them, my so-called friends nor my 'loving' parents noticed as I slowly stopped eating, as I slowly cut into my flesh every night, wondering how much penance I must pay for my sins. None of them noticed the tears that rolled down my face, the agony that was clear, the death shining in my eyes. Except for one.
The clouds were threatening rain that night, and I didn't care. Sitting in the park, running my fingers over my arms, wondering if one more tear of the skin would make up for all my shortcomings, make up for the sin I had committed by falling in love. Tears in my eyes spilt over, and I reached into my pocket, hand grasping around the razor in my pocket. "I don't deserve to cry...I am the one who's wrong, not him, not them...I'm the twisted one and the wrong one and the one that deserves to die..." Nodding in agreement to the words I was speaking, the words Thames had hissed at me the past day. "Death...I deserve...I deserve death...I should...I should just..." Not finishing the shakily spoken statement the blade was placed to my wrist. Even with my vision as blurry as it was from the tears I couldn't help but noticed how badly my hand was shaking. I didn't want to die, I wanted to live and feel loved, if even just for a moment. That's not too much to ask is it? It is...after how you are, forcing your disgusting affection on him. Males shouldn't love males. So go on, slice your vein, spill your blood as penance... "I don't want to die..." You deserve it... A sob slipped past my lips, and as it did I sliced the razor down, closing my eyes so I wouldn't see the life-ending cut.
But it never came. A hand reached out and wrapped around my wrist, pulling it-and my blade-away from the intended target. My gaze snapped to the person, eyes begging to be saved. Green, just like Thanes' eyes, but as I looked I saw something that had never been in his eyes: compassion, concern, worry. Black hair framed his face, and I smiled. Just like Thanes' hair but more...more beautiful. Softer looking. "So beautiful..." I whispered, feeling my strength leaving me. "Don't let me die..." was all I could whisper before darkness took me.
How long I slept I don't know, it felt like years, though in actuality it could not have been more than a full day. Awakening in his apartment, seeing the one who saved me watching, looking relieved...that made me feel better than I had felt since...since I had fallen for Thanes. I felt tears welling up again and wrapped my arms around myself, sobbing. Instantly I felt the others arms around me as I cried, sobbing out my fears, pain. Holding onto his shirt I begging the teen not to let go, not to let me die, give me a reason, any reason, to live. The other teen continued holding me, whispering soothing words and stroking my hair. He let me hold onto him and sob until I was calm. "Thank you..." I whisper into his shirt.
Seiko. I found his name was Seiko. And in those few hours I spent in his arms I found myself forgetting Thanes, wondering why I liked someone who hated me...more and more I saw how Thanes was so inferior to Seiko. Even as I realized me feelings for Seiko growing I knew I could never tell him less he hated me as well. Everyday I'd go and see him, everyday he'd check my arms for new cuts, everyday he'd smile and hand me something to eat that he had gotten for me. Too soon I realized I had fallen completely in love with his soft touches and caring words. But there was a sense of relief knowing that I was finally free of the demon of Thanes.
I was wrong.
The night was cold when I called him. I had made it to his building but couldn't make it up the stairs. Just making it there had been agony but I had nowhere else I could feel safe. Only him, only in his arms, in his room, only there could they not get him. Only with his Seiko. "What happened?" his soft voice asked of me as he carried me to his bathroom, planning, I assume, to treat the wounds that could me seen on my face and chest.
"Thanes..." I whispered, looking down. "He...and his friends, I, I didn't mean for it to happen, I didn't want him to, I don't like him anymore, but he said that since I was like that I should serve him like that..." My voice was coming out between a whimper and sob but he knew what I was leading to, I could see by the way his eyes hardened and the growl that slipped past his lips. However I was not prepared for the possessive kiss, nor for his whispered oath to kill the ones who hurt me.
The air was crisp and cool the day I met with Thanes. Fresh snow could be seen on the ground, and I tried to focus on that, ignoring his words. Then he smirked and set his hand on my shoulder and memories assaulted me. Letting out a strangled sob I tried to back up but his hold tightened. Warm arms wrapped around me and a feral growl was heard and I instantly relaxed. Seiko smirked and pried the hand off my shoulder and pushed Thanes hard. He leaned against the railing and Seiko led me forward, pushing me behind him as we walked forward. His pale hand wrapped around Thanes' neck and smirked. Lifting him he pushed him back, over the railing and watched him fall to the pure snow below.
Seiko helped me up from where I had fallen to my knees, and pulled me close. He's more than Thanes could ever hope to be. While Thanes was beautiful, no words can describe my Seiko. When I was with Thanes I thought he had the most gorgeous eyes, softest hair and the most breathtaking smile. What a fool I was. His eyes are nothing compared to my lover's green depths, his hair is coarse and brittle compared the silken tresses of MY Seiko, and his smile is more or a grimace compared to my beloved's rare, soft, true smiles. And more than that, his arms are warm and they hold me close to him as if I am precious to him, as if I am all there is in this world.
Thanes. He's perfect you know. Looking at him I don't see how anyone couldn't fall for him. So beautiful, the shining emerald eyes, ebony hair as black as death and soft as silk...perfect in every way. His pale skin almost matches the snow, the contrast between his hair and skin making his looks all the more striking. And even better is the crimson of blood that surrounds him, and the failing rise and fall of his chest as Seiko and I watch, smiling as his eyes glaze over in death.
Thanes. He's perfect you know. Looking at him I don't see how anyone couldn't fall for him. So beautiful, the shining emerald eyes, ebony hair as black as death and soft as silk...perfect in every way. His pale skin almost matches the snow, the contrast between his hair and skin making his looks all the more striking.
Even I could not fight against his charm, his body, his skills and rich voice. But I was never given a second glance. He thought that because we were both males that I did not deserve his affections. I tried to show him different, I tried to make him realize that I was special...
Being brushed off so many times leads to the downward spiral. I began to believe the venom he spewed, began to view myself as wrong, vile, sick...it became too much, and soon my arms were hidden in long sleeve shirts, dark in color so if the lines of red began to cry no one would notice.
It is sad how little people pay attention to those supposedly 'close' and 'dear' to them. None of them, my so-called friends nor my 'loving' parents noticed as I slowly stopped eating, as I slowly cut into my flesh every night, wondering how much penance I must pay for my sins. None of them noticed the tears that rolled down my face, the agony that was clear, the death shining in my eyes. Except for one.
The clouds were threatening rain that night, and I didn't care. Sitting in the park, running my fingers over my arms, wondering if one more tear of the skin would make up for all my shortcomings, make up for the sin I had committed by falling in love. Tears in my eyes spilt over, and I reached into my pocket, hand grasping around the razor in my pocket. "I don't deserve to cry...I am the one who's wrong, not him, not them...I'm the twisted one and the wrong one and the one that deserves to die..." Nodding in agreement to the words I was speaking, the words Thames had hissed at me the past day. "Death...I deserve...I deserve death...I should...I should just..." Not finishing the shakily spoken statement the blade was placed to my wrist. Even with my vision as blurry as it was from the tears I couldn't help but noticed how badly my hand was shaking. I didn't want to die, I wanted to live and feel loved, if even just for a moment. That's not too much to ask is it? It is...after how you are, forcing your disgusting affection on him. Males shouldn't love males. So go on, slice your vein, spill your blood as penance... "I don't want to die..." You deserve it... A sob slipped past my lips, and as it did I sliced the razor down, closing my eyes so I wouldn't see the life-ending cut.
But it never came. A hand reached out and wrapped around my wrist, pulling it-and my blade-away from the intended target. My gaze snapped to the person, eyes begging to be saved. Green, just like Thanes' eyes, but as I looked I saw something that had never been in his eyes: compassion, concern, worry. Black hair framed his face, and I smiled. Just like Thanes' hair but more...more beautiful. Softer looking. "So beautiful..." I whispered, feeling my strength leaving me. "Don't let me die..." was all I could whisper before darkness took me.
How long I slept I don't know, it felt like years, though in actuality it could not have been more than a full day. Awakening in his apartment, seeing the one who saved me watching, looking relieved...that made me feel better than I had felt since...since I had fallen for Thanes. I felt tears welling up again and wrapped my arms around myself, sobbing. Instantly I felt the others arms around me as I cried, sobbing out my fears, pain. Holding onto his shirt I begging the teen not to let go, not to let me die, give me a reason, any reason, to live. The other teen continued holding me, whispering soothing words and stroking my hair. He let me hold onto him and sob until I was calm. "Thank you..." I whisper into his shirt.
Seiko. I found his name was Seiko. And in those few hours I spent in his arms I found myself forgetting Thanes, wondering why I liked someone who hated me...more and more I saw how Thanes was so inferior to Seiko. Even as I realized me feelings for Seiko growing I knew I could never tell him less he hated me as well. Everyday I'd go and see him, everyday he'd check my arms for new cuts, everyday he'd smile and hand me something to eat that he had gotten for me. Too soon I realized I had fallen completely in love with his soft touches and caring words. But there was a sense of relief knowing that I was finally free of the demon of Thanes.
I was wrong.
The night was cold when I called him. I had made it to his building but couldn't make it up the stairs. Just making it there had been agony but I had nowhere else I could feel safe. Only him, only in his arms, in his room, only there could they not get him. Only with his Seiko. "What happened?" his soft voice asked of me as he carried me to his bathroom, planning, I assume, to treat the wounds that could me seen on my face and chest.
"Thanes..." I whispered, looking down. "He...and his friends, I, I didn't mean for it to happen, I didn't want him to, I don't like him anymore, but he said that since I was like that I should serve him like that..." My voice was coming out between a whimper and sob but he knew what I was leading to, I could see by the way his eyes hardened and the growl that slipped past his lips. However I was not prepared for the possessive kiss, nor for his whispered oath to kill the ones who hurt me.
The air was crisp and cool the day I met with Thanes. Fresh snow could be seen on the ground, and I tried to focus on that, ignoring his words. Then he smirked and set his hand on my shoulder and memories assaulted me. Letting out a strangled sob I tried to back up but his hold tightened. Warm arms wrapped around me and a feral growl was heard and I instantly relaxed. Seiko smirked and pried the hand off my shoulder and pushed Thanes hard. He leaned against the railing and Seiko led me forward, pushing me behind him as we walked forward. His pale hand wrapped around Thanes' neck and smirked. Lifting him he pushed him back, over the railing and watched him fall to the pure snow below.
Seiko helped me up from where I had fallen to my knees, and pulled me close. He's more than Thanes could ever hope to be. While Thanes was beautiful, no words can describe my Seiko. When I was with Thanes I thought he had the most gorgeous eyes, softest hair and the most breathtaking smile. What a fool I was. His eyes are nothing compared to my lover's green depths, his hair is coarse and brittle compared the silken tresses of MY Seiko, and his smile is more or a grimace compared to my beloved's rare, soft, true smiles. And more than that, his arms are warm and they hold me close to him as if I am precious to him, as if I am all there is in this world.
Thanes. He's perfect you know. Looking at him I don't see how anyone couldn't fall for him. So beautiful, the shining emerald eyes, ebony hair as black as death and soft as silk...perfect in every way. His pale skin almost matches the snow, the contrast between his hair and skin making his looks all the more striking. And even better is the crimson of blood that surrounds him, and the failing rise and fall of his chest as Seiko and I watch, smiling as his eyes glaze over in death.