![]() I think I’ve finally reached the point in fic writing, that the only world I ever want to be in right now, is BloodSport? Like, all the prompts I’ve been getting, I’ve been thinking of like ‘can I write this in the BS world tho…’. Jumping between Cracker Dust and BloodSport… I dont know what it is. ![]() So, I’ve been a writing fiend for the past few days. He hoped, at least, he’d given him the chance to have it. In Neil’s eyes, Andrew deserved the world. The beating that followed was brutal, but Neil grit his teeth and bore it as he thought of Andrew, going to school, college, having a career, a family. He remembered waking up to the dawn in Andrew’s eyes and the lazy smile spread upon his lips…Īll he wanted was to make sure Andrew could feel that again without a ball and chain at his ankle, a leash at his throat, and cuffs on his wrists.Īndrew deserved freedom and Neil decided in that split moment, that the look of betrayal Andrew gave him, was worth the unbound years ahead. Together, they had fallen asleep sharing the same space, the same blanket, the same pocket of reality that seemed to move and flow only for them. Up there in the air, with no one to judge, but the moon and stars. The night before had been the happiest Neil had ever been in his life - he was sure Andrew felt the same. ![]() With his harsh eyes and gentle hands, barbed quips and soothing whispers, Neil wanted to believe he saved him from a life that never should have been his. Once finally complete, feeling right, and whole, he was left floundering, empty, and scared.Īndrew had become everything - Neil had allowed him to. ![]() There was a gaping hole in his chest that could never be filled. With one firm shove, Neil closed the door and hammered a nail into his own casket. ![]()
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