Post Mortem au
(Trigger Warning: violence, blood, sexual assault, death, grief) Numbly Armand felt Daniels kiss to his head, heard the promises that he’d return soon, felt the worry bleeding into every action of his beloved. Then felt the retreating footsteps through his feet echo on the floor boards. He stared at his hands, dark grime beneath his nails, earth and the life blood that had soaked into it. Sols blood. It seemed the most natural thing in the world, to absorb as much of the man that had filled his heart, slowly placing one fingernail after the other into his mouth. The dried substance melting. But it tasted bitter, nothing akin to the sunshine spirit that Sol had been. Now filled with self loathing and disgust he rushed to the bathroom. Spitting out and cupping hands to drink and sloosh his mouth out.