words for glory
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FROM STEEL GUITARS AND OTHER s**t
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Next time, he’d have to get something less covered in grease. He took another bite of the monstrosity and swore his stomach churned at it. But it was better than nothing at all. He snorted as Devin fumbled for words; tumbled and rolled for them. He honestly seemed surprised by the gesture. He couldn’t blame him, but a small tic worked through his jaw nonetheless. It was supposed to be someone else. And exactly who was he expecting? “Then I’ll let you rot next time, happy?” He sneered as a flare of anger hissed through him. He rolled up the aluminum foil that remained from his sandwich and tossed it in the trash. He missed by an inch—not to help his lowering mood. But the past few days had been more than a battle; trying to bandage himself, Devin, fight the monster that clawed at him…he’d been a victim of it long enough, he couldn’t quite remember how he was supposed to act when moments at a time were painted red. The days that Devin hadn’t seen.
And now the revelation left him irritable. Devin moved—he should have stopped him, there was no way he was going to be able to move in his condition. Almost died again, tenacious aren’t you? But if he wasn’t, he’d have been dead a long time ago. Why did Devin even bother to hold on anymore? He investigated his condition; Ryo hid his underneath a well-worn shirt. He stared in disbelief at the food and pills—pills that were half empty from the sheer amount he took. He should’ve been some sort of hero for that. “Don’t want them, then don’t take them. Won’t be my fault when you keel over.” He remarked nonchalantly.
He balked, arching a brow. Since when did he get to say s**t about ‘having enough’? He snorted. “You’ve had enough?” You’re an idiot if you think this is over. He scoffed—a harsh ring rolled off it in waves. “How the ******** should I know? He won’t just tell me where he is, that’d be suicide.” Because I’ll strangle him if it’s the last thing I do. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been looking. It just hadn’t been enough. He glanced idly as Devin grabbed his wrist. A feeble movement, he could crush him if he twitched…
“You done crying already? What the hell do you want from me? I bandaged your a** up and brought you food.” He snapped. Now the pieces were making sense—it was partially coming back. In part, he’d forgotten some of the things he’d done to Devin. He hadn’t wanted to completely remember, to completely own up to them. But now he could taste copper in his mouth underneath the linger taste of grease. “Now you’re sobbing about how I ‘care’. Isn’t that what you wanted?” He rolled his eyes. I’m tired of hoping, of pretending you’ll ever love me back. That wouldn’t be a wise idea. But hadn’t he survived the hurricane already by staying with him before? And now he was just starting to give up? Idiot.
“Make up your damn mind before I lose mine again.” There wasn’t any guarantee that he’d be ‘okay’ after this. Not if he continued to go after Belial…but there wasn’t a way he could stop either. After all the sins he’d racked up, all the things he’d had Ryo do…no, he wasn’t getting away without some broken bones. At the very least.
“You would’ve died if I hadn’t.” He never wanted to kill Devin. But he’d been so close…so many times. Hadn’t they both? They’d been flirting with death from the very beginning.