"Maybe not all of it. The details will upset you, too." Chris brings a hand up, caresses along Erik's side. Erik's fingers in their hair feel so nice, even as he touches the scar beneath, it brings Chris comfort.
"In the end, I couldn't fight against all of them. I said that there was no one for me to tell, but they didn't believe me or they didn't care. I was thrown down to the ground and two of them held me down... and one of the bigger demons, h-he... stepped on my head. I felt my skull crack, felt my scalp split -- then... nothing."
Chris shudders, and their hand moves from Erik's side to rest over of one of his hands in their hair -- to prevent him from pulling away. They press another kiss -- this one harder, almost desperate -- to Erik's lips this time. Then another, and another, as if to blot out the pain of the recollection with the comfort of Erik's love.
Chris's voice is a hoarse whisper, "I woke up in my bed at midnight, missing a week. It's the longest I've stayed dead, and I think it's because I died Between."
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"In the end, I couldn't fight against all of them. I said that there was no one for me to tell, but they didn't believe me or they didn't care. I was thrown down to the ground and two of them held me down... and one of the bigger demons, h-he... stepped on my head. I felt my skull crack, felt my scalp split -- then... nothing."
Chris shudders, and their hand moves from Erik's side to rest over of one of his hands in their hair -- to prevent him from pulling away. They press another kiss -- this one harder, almost desperate -- to Erik's lips this time. Then another, and another, as if to blot out the pain of the recollection with the comfort of Erik's love.
Chris's voice is a hoarse whisper, "I woke up in my bed at midnight, missing a week. It's the longest I've stayed dead, and I think it's because I died Between."