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War by akamine_chan (Explicit)
Fandom: BANDOM
Pairing: Gerard/Korse
Length: 5,050 words
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akamine_chan
Why this must be read: Party Poison is tired. Tired of living, tired of dying.
This is a wonderful story. It's completely heartbreaking but in a strangely hopeful way. I love the way Gerard and his relationship with Korse and also with Mikey and Frank, is written. It's so intense and vivid and believable. The choice they make at the end of the story might bring disaster on them all, but it also has the potential to finally break the deadlock their world is in and change everything for the better. The writer makes me believe in the second possibility.
Excerpt from the story:
"Gerard." Korse's voice is grave. "Didn't expect to see you back here so soon."
Poison can only laugh until he's on the verge of crying. He presses his hands against his face, pushing back the tears. "Me, neither. Fucked that up but good." He can't ask for what he needs, too proud and stubborn, but Korse knows him.
Korse lies down and pulls Poison into his arms, careful, like Poison's something fragile and breakable. Maybe he is. He lets Korse hold him, comfort him, because he's exhausted, not just from the reani, but from this constant war that he fights, against himself, against Korse. He just wants it to stop.
Korse senses something is different, but doesn't question it. He just cradles Poison close and rubs his back, murmuring nonsense in his rough voice until Poison drifts off to sleep again.
The shakes set in and Poison spends the morning braced against the toilet, feeling miserable and wretched under the coldness of the flouros. He can't do this anymore. He can't. He doesn't have the strength, the energy to keep running. He's done.
'Pinky promise,' Kobra says in his head and Poison breaks down, wrapping his arms around himself and hunching over. Korse finds him there on the cold floor hours later, face tear-streaked, and carries him back to the bed like a child.
Poison feels like he's fading away.
"You're worrying me," Korse says softly, tracing the curve of Poison's cheek with a finger.
"I know." And he does. He's never been like this before, in all the years they've been together. Poison's never felt this lost and hopeless. "Kiss me," he says. "Make me forget."
"Gerard -" Korse's voice is still gentle, his face full of concern. "We need to talk."
Poison shakes his head. "Kiss me."
Korse sighs, gives in and kisses him.
War
Pairing: Gerard/Korse
Length: 5,050 words
Author on DW:
akamine_chanAuthor on AO3:
Why this must be read: Party Poison is tired. Tired of living, tired of dying.
This is a wonderful story. It's completely heartbreaking but in a strangely hopeful way. I love the way Gerard and his relationship with Korse and also with Mikey and Frank, is written. It's so intense and vivid and believable. The choice they make at the end of the story might bring disaster on them all, but it also has the potential to finally break the deadlock their world is in and change everything for the better. The writer makes me believe in the second possibility.
Excerpt from the story:
"Gerard." Korse's voice is grave. "Didn't expect to see you back here so soon."
Poison can only laugh until he's on the verge of crying. He presses his hands against his face, pushing back the tears. "Me, neither. Fucked that up but good." He can't ask for what he needs, too proud and stubborn, but Korse knows him.
Korse lies down and pulls Poison into his arms, careful, like Poison's something fragile and breakable. Maybe he is. He lets Korse hold him, comfort him, because he's exhausted, not just from the reani, but from this constant war that he fights, against himself, against Korse. He just wants it to stop.
Korse senses something is different, but doesn't question it. He just cradles Poison close and rubs his back, murmuring nonsense in his rough voice until Poison drifts off to sleep again.
The shakes set in and Poison spends the morning braced against the toilet, feeling miserable and wretched under the coldness of the flouros. He can't do this anymore. He can't. He doesn't have the strength, the energy to keep running. He's done.
'Pinky promise,' Kobra says in his head and Poison breaks down, wrapping his arms around himself and hunching over. Korse finds him there on the cold floor hours later, face tear-streaked, and carries him back to the bed like a child.
Poison feels like he's fading away.
"You're worrying me," Korse says softly, tracing the curve of Poison's cheek with a finger.
"I know." And he does. He's never been like this before, in all the years they've been together. Poison's never felt this lost and hopeless. "Kiss me," he says. "Make me forget."
"Gerard -" Korse's voice is still gentle, his face full of concern. "We need to talk."
Poison shakes his head. "Kiss me."
Korse sighs, gives in and kisses him.
War