kitmint

I watched {y/n} from behind the cafe counter. The place was pretty much empty, but she always said she liked the atmosphere because it seemed like the kind of place a lot of people would be in. The tan walls with dark brown accents, and high chairs with matching booths placed around the small room. Wrap-around windows highlighted the gentle suburban city outside. She said it was warm, and almost home-like. Things like that always seemed to make me smile, whether it be something actually touching or something so ridiculously poetic it would've made Francis puke. "Hey bookworm, get your head outta the clouds!" I teased. Grinning gleefully as s

My breathing was heavy, and my heart was struggling to beat. I was just barely alive. Above me Mathias grinned, gently wiping away to blood that dribbled down my chin. "I'm glad you're finally seeing it my way" he cooed. The other man unlocked the chains that were wrapped around me. My body felt broken up inside, I felt spineless for giving in, but I could never have survived the way things were going. I slid from the object I was tied to, and landed face first on the cold cement. Pushing myself up on shaky and beaten arms proved more than difficult. "You idiot!" Mathias snapped as he pulled me up from the ground. His now golden eyes bore h

Mathias' letter angered me, asking if he could see {y/n}. I couldn't stand it. He was disgusting, claiming that he loved her, but really only feeling lust and jealousy. I threw the letter away, and poured the rest of my lunch onto it, before closing the lid and exiting the mess hall. {y/n} had gone to take a nap, stating that her arm was bothering her. I originally intended on lying next to her, but later decided against it. Even though I just wanted to lie near her, or even just be in her presence. She emanated warmth, and comfort; just as she had the day I fell in love with her. She had just been dumped by Mathias at the time, and her who

It was loud, the phone, it's monotonous tones ringing into the air like tarnished silver. High pitched and murky, but still undeniably irking. Romano's head shot up from its place on my lap, he reached for the phone. As he placed it towards his ear I could hear someone screaming on the other end. "PUT {y/n} ON THE PHONE RIGHT NOW!" a loud male voice erupted. "Who in the world is this ?!" Romano replied gritting his teeth. "It's Mathias, now just do it." Mathias demanded. Romano looked at me with great reluctance, then passed the phone to me. "Mathias?" I said gently as if not to scare him. "{y/n}!! Thank Odin you're okay!" he yelled into

Trigger warning: Blood and death, if you find any of these harmful to your mental state please do not read. Red. It was everywhere. All over him, all over me. All I could feel was hot, crimson pain. There I was, skewered between the air and Romano, an unsanitary blade now plunged in my chest and the ground. I couldn't remember what happened after, but I was running towards Romano, and then... I ended up here. His ruddy brown hair was plastered to his forehead, and I could see every bloody tear that streaked his olive skin. Salty rivers erupted from my eyes, but they trailed into the blood before I could notice. Soon, my body was trembling an