( TW: SUICIDE )

It happens slowly one night— he’s all alone and at peace for it, and recognizes that now is the time.

He’s not afraid. He’s not upset. He’s just… ready.

It’s a painless process, and it even draws away all other depressing emotions that had plagued him, painting everything a deep rich BLACK.

The funeral happens days later. Had he soul left to comprehend emotions, he’d be thrilled at getting to join the cemetery residents; ecstatic at amalgamating with the only people he’d ever felt truly comfortable with—the dead ones.

It’s his first funeral. He’s happy to attend.

                                                                                    ( TW: SUICIDE )

It happens slowly one night--- he’s all alone and at peace for it, and recognizes that now is the time.

He’s not afraid. He’s not upset. He’s just... ready.

It’s a painless process, and it even draws away all other depressing emotions that had plagued him, painting everything a deep rich BLACK.

The funeral happens days later. Had he soul left to comprehend emotions, he’d be thrilled at getting to join the cemetery residents; ecstatic at amalgamating with the only people he’d ever felt truly comfortable with---the dead ones.

It’s his first funeral. He’s happy to attend.

thegrimsoldier:

“I am.” A little smile lit up Priest’s face, but it was short-lived and disappeared quickly upon him remembering---                                          HEY, YOU’RE NOT THAT FUNNY.

        “I mean, cause, you know.”

Cue awkward gesturing at himself. “Priest. But far from awesome. I mean, I don’t even know how to eat tacos. They always end up breaking or spilling or---”                        shut up, shut up, shut up.                                         You’re only further embarrassing yourself.

thegrimsoldier:

Blinking, Priest stared out the window for a few moments before his gaze returned to the other as he came to sit down. “Clearly, that... is indeed an effective method.” He nodded once, an agreement to his own statement.

     “Is that how you exorcise most things?       By tossing them as far as you can?”

thegrimsoldier:

He had to repeat it, just to make sure he’d heard right. The following moments consisted of Priest just staring, trying to work out how that particular rubix cube was more evil than all the rest ( to him, they were all trouble ).

                       “...Can I watch?”

† ---

                  “What’s that you’ve got there?”

His interest is piqued---                        ( let him see,                                       let him see! )

thegrimsoldier

Did Seth even need to drink? As far as Bridge can recall, he’d never seen the guy taking a sip of anything. The blond didn’t let that stop him from bringing two mugs of tea to the coffee table, setting one down for Seth and holding the other in his hand.

“So,” he started, his glare not as strong as it could be, “I think maybe, for Priest’s benefit, we should maybe try to get along.” Even though it totally wasn’t at all Bridge’s fault, and Seth was just a dick. Okay, okay, see, it’s thoughts like that which keep them bickering, and the bickering is exactly what Bridge is trying to stop. So, after a deep breath, he elaborates. “At least, so long as you’re both here.” Then once Seth and Priest were back at the latter’s home (which would be when the water of the building was repaired, though that could take some days), Seth and Bridge could go back to their usual arguing selves.

† ---

             ---His smile is one of the shaky sort,                  the kind that lacks all joy but remains                  in place on his lips as he assumes                  it’ll soften the words he speaks.                  Make it seem better than it actually is.

But he’s crying, the tears falling from his eyes as easily as the blood from his arms is---

                                    he’s a god damn MESS.

“I didn’t---didn’t think anyone would care.”

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