gentle-and-fierce reblogged
Blood dripped through the whumpee’s fingers, clenched around the knife pressed against their chest. The whumper twisted the blade, looking disgusted by the whumpee’s reaction when they only tightened their grip, purposely slicing even deeper into their palm.
“The hell is wrong with you?” they demanded finally, ripping the blade from their hand and stumbling back.
“I think you’d know the answer to that better than anyone else.” they laughed, their eyes glued to the bleeding gash they’d inflicted them on themselves as the smiled. “Aren’t you going to try again?”