[Reyn] Bloodstains
Series: Reyn
Characters: Reyn, Eliot
Pairings: (one-sided) Eliot/Reyn
Warnings: Blood. Death. Cursing. And Eliot is a creepy, obsessive stalker.
I think this is the second most recent story I've written, which is sad because I wrote this back in December '10. /has no time to write anymore orz.
Reyn was originally supposed to be just a short story detailing Reyn's childhood to his death. But, of course, I ramble, so it has gotten considerably longer. So far, I've written the beginning and the end (which is this). Maybe someday I'll finally feel up to writing the middle.
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The knife stabs through Reyn in an instant, and Reyn has no time to even react to Eliot holding the weapon, much less defend himself from it.
In the next moment, the knife has clattered to the ground, and Reyn is left swaying on his feet, his hand almost unconsciously touching the gaping hole on his chest.
"E-Eliot," Reyn gasps, breaths coming harsh and fast.
Reyn should have seen it coming. All the signs had been there, plain as day. He had even noticed the oddness but had dismissed it as Eliot being Eliot because Eliot had always been that way. But, just because Eliot had always been like that doesn't mean that the flags should have been disregarded, regardless.
Simply put, Reyn has been careless, and now he is paying for it with his life.
Blood is pouring from his wound, dripping onto the clear marble floor below. Damn, that floor was just cleaned last week, Reyn thinks, distantly.
Eliot grabs Reyn, pulling the latter into something that is almost akin to an embrace. Eliot's hands press the open wound, gripping it tightly, eliciting a gasp of pain from Reyn.
"W-why--" There are a million different ways he could end this question. The most obvious would be, Why are you doing this? but Reyn had no desire to know. Why would he care about motives, really, when he is about to die? What he really wanted to ask is, Why did you choose the throne room; the blood will never wash out! but, of course, that isn't an appropriate question for a situation such as this one. (Reyn is King, after all, and Kings aren't suppose to ask about such trite things.)
So, Reyn does not finish his question, and Eliot does not answer it.
As Reyn lies there, in Eliot's arms, the last of his life bleeding out onto the cold floor, all the King (former King?) can think of is that someone will have to scrub the floor for weeks to get it clean again and Eliot needs to keep his goddamn hands to himself because the wounds hurt like a bitch.
In his final moments, Reyn does not see his life flashing before his eyes. He does not think of his kingdom or his father or his brother or even Eliot.
In his final moments, Reyn closes his eyes and does not think at all.
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It is only after Reyn dies that Eliot answers his questions, everything from Why are you doing this? to Why did he choose the throne room? and even the implied question of Who's going to clean the goddamn floor? Eliot answers all, and he tells all. Every little secret that Eliot has ever kept from Reyn is spoken. Every thought that Eliot has ever had is told.
And, in the end, Eliot swears his eternal loyalty with a bloody kiss on dead lips and a heated whisper to deaf ears.
I love you.