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k hey hey hey this is for skypeck specifically day one of the writing meme being posted here because nobody else knows what the fuck is going on.
prompt: beginning
but that flew right out the fucking window
and it's not edited
write half drunk and don't edit it's the billy way
"All roads lead to the same end."
ZJ shook his head and pressed his face into Cihn's bare collarbone, inhaling. It was sweeter there than his hair, even with the shampoo he used. Purer, muskier, softer, more him. Strongly like sweat at the moment. "We gon' start this now?" It wasn't a complaint, just a question.
"Yes, we're gonna start this now." Cihn shifted upwards, forcing ZJ to move off of him. "Doesn't it bug you? Ever? We're all going... to the same destination. Isn't that why people invented religion? They didn't want to think about that. That we all end up dead some way or another and nothing we do matters, really matters, not in the grand scheme of things." ZJ's brow furrowed and he looked up at Cihn's face. Even with the streetlights, he couldn't see anything; no hint as to why he started up this train of thought so soon after getting laid. He raised his hand to Cihn's face, and Cihn pressed into it, infinitesimally. Enough for ZJ to notice.
"'Sn't a li'l late for an existential crisis? Thought ya grew outta those in high school."
Cihn huffed and turned away, but he couldn't fool ZJ. His fingers had caught a smile. They sat like that for a while, his boyfriend sitting against the wall, ZJ looking up into the dark, until ZJ pulled Cihn on top of him. He didn't even struggle, just pressed his face into ZJ's neck and breathed in, an echo of exactly what ZJ had been doing before. He wondered if he smelled more like himself in the crook of his neck, if it comforted Cihn the way it did him. And they lay like that, ZJ carding his hand through Cihn's hair, Cihn regulating his breathing through ZJ's windpipe. When he spoke next, his voice was small.
"I didn't mean it. It's not that there's nothing. Your..." he trailed off. Your mother, he was going to say. Your mother is... happy, ZJ's brain supplied. An attempt at comfort in an unpleasant conversation. Your mother is somewhere. Your mother lives on. Cihn paused physically, his body freezing for a moment, before pressing his lips into ZJ's Adam's apple in a small apology. "It's only that I don't want... nothing to happen. I don't want..." her "...to end up like everyone else. That leave so little on the earth. All roads lead to the same end."
"Only 'f yer going in circles." ZJ chuckled. "'N you're not making much sense, luv. None 'v this is really connected."
Cihn's lips spread against his throat and a laugh escaped. "I guess not. I guess I'm not."
"All roads lead to the same end though. 'S kinda nice."
"Maybe it is." Cihn's voice trailed off. "It means you'll be there too."
prompt: beginning
but that flew right out the fucking window
and it's not edited
write half drunk and don't edit it's the billy way
"All roads lead to the same end."
ZJ shook his head and pressed his face into Cihn's bare collarbone, inhaling. It was sweeter there than his hair, even with the shampoo he used. Purer, muskier, softer, more him. Strongly like sweat at the moment. "We gon' start this now?" It wasn't a complaint, just a question.
"Yes, we're gonna start this now." Cihn shifted upwards, forcing ZJ to move off of him. "Doesn't it bug you? Ever? We're all going... to the same destination. Isn't that why people invented religion? They didn't want to think about that. That we all end up dead some way or another and nothing we do matters, really matters, not in the grand scheme of things." ZJ's brow furrowed and he looked up at Cihn's face. Even with the streetlights, he couldn't see anything; no hint as to why he started up this train of thought so soon after getting laid. He raised his hand to Cihn's face, and Cihn pressed into it, infinitesimally. Enough for ZJ to notice.
"'Sn't a li'l late for an existential crisis? Thought ya grew outta those in high school."
Cihn huffed and turned away, but he couldn't fool ZJ. His fingers had caught a smile. They sat like that for a while, his boyfriend sitting against the wall, ZJ looking up into the dark, until ZJ pulled Cihn on top of him. He didn't even struggle, just pressed his face into ZJ's neck and breathed in, an echo of exactly what ZJ had been doing before. He wondered if he smelled more like himself in the crook of his neck, if it comforted Cihn the way it did him. And they lay like that, ZJ carding his hand through Cihn's hair, Cihn regulating his breathing through ZJ's windpipe. When he spoke next, his voice was small.
"I didn't mean it. It's not that there's nothing. Your..." he trailed off. Your mother, he was going to say. Your mother is... happy, ZJ's brain supplied. An attempt at comfort in an unpleasant conversation. Your mother is somewhere. Your mother lives on. Cihn paused physically, his body freezing for a moment, before pressing his lips into ZJ's Adam's apple in a small apology. "It's only that I don't want... nothing to happen. I don't want..." her "...to end up like everyone else. That leave so little on the earth. All roads lead to the same end."
"Only 'f yer going in circles." ZJ chuckled. "'N you're not making much sense, luv. None 'v this is really connected."
Cihn's lips spread against his throat and a laugh escaped. "I guess not. I guess I'm not."
"All roads lead to the same end though. 'S kinda nice."
"Maybe it is." Cihn's voice trailed off. "It means you'll be there too."