All I Have to do is Die
Title: All I Have to do is Die
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zach Quinto
Wordcount: 393
Summary: Chris is an angsty metaphorical murder.
Author's note: For ellie~ based on It's Good to Know That if I Ever Need Attention by Brand New. Like a songfic idk.
He holds the pen in soft, deft hands. Blue ink seeping into the blank lines, and he lies. Through his teeth about everything he’s never meant to say. Theft from a cavity in his chest, a bleeding heart that doesn’t exist for any other purpose than to serve the cancerous veins of emotion that reach to the tips of fingers. All of the possessions on his shelves remind him of the twisted truth of the love he was once the owner of, but it all has been taken away from him and his lungs collapse every day with the stinging dust of a broken man. He holds himself together with forgotten promises and faint hopes of a better tomorrow, and he likes to think he is winning his own battles.
Friends of Zach had defended him within an inch of Chris’ patience, words pecking holes of doubt and disbelief into his conscious mind, or lack thereof. Grey matter imprinted with memories of him turned to an incomprehensible lump of misery. The comforting words of Chris’ friends fell on deaf ears, and if he had nickel for every “I’m sorry” he would be able to pay two months of rent. He burns his depression like it was the gallows, a tight ring around his neck, threatening to cut his last breath.
Whenever he sees him on set, his heart lights up again, a fire breaching the walls of reason in his mind. But Zach makes conversation impossible, except through the catalyst of script lines. It’s a comatose form of emotion, but audible.
Chris still tears up the paper under his fists, scratching lines once said, and always said. He will hold the past over Zach’s head until he chokes, and then words will pour past Chris’ lips, and every time thereafter he feels the inclination to make Zach suffer. And it will be delicious, fine wine humming beneath his skin.
Chris pens the last line and slips back into the set, late at night, concealed. Where he know Zach will be. He brings pain with him for free, not a penny earned or spent to bring him to this deliverance. He hides himself as a wolf in
sheep’s fleece, begging to be taken back.
And then he slits Zach's throat, a wounded soldier who only took heed of the order to break hearts.
Pairing: Chris Pine/Zach Quinto
Wordcount: 393
Summary: Chris is an angsty metaphorical murder.
Author's note: For ellie~ based on It's Good to Know That if I Ever Need Attention by Brand New. Like a songfic idk.
He holds the pen in soft, deft hands. Blue ink seeping into the blank lines, and he lies. Through his teeth about everything he’s never meant to say. Theft from a cavity in his chest, a bleeding heart that doesn’t exist for any other purpose than to serve the cancerous veins of emotion that reach to the tips of fingers. All of the possessions on his shelves remind him of the twisted truth of the love he was once the owner of, but it all has been taken away from him and his lungs collapse every day with the stinging dust of a broken man. He holds himself together with forgotten promises and faint hopes of a better tomorrow, and he likes to think he is winning his own battles.
Friends of Zach had defended him within an inch of Chris’ patience, words pecking holes of doubt and disbelief into his conscious mind, or lack thereof. Grey matter imprinted with memories of him turned to an incomprehensible lump of misery. The comforting words of Chris’ friends fell on deaf ears, and if he had nickel for every “I’m sorry” he would be able to pay two months of rent. He burns his depression like it was the gallows, a tight ring around his neck, threatening to cut his last breath.
Whenever he sees him on set, his heart lights up again, a fire breaching the walls of reason in his mind. But Zach makes conversation impossible, except through the catalyst of script lines. It’s a comatose form of emotion, but audible.
Chris still tears up the paper under his fists, scratching lines once said, and always said. He will hold the past over Zach’s head until he chokes, and then words will pour past Chris’ lips, and every time thereafter he feels the inclination to make Zach suffer. And it will be delicious, fine wine humming beneath his skin.
Chris pens the last line and slips back into the set, late at night, concealed. Where he know Zach will be. He brings pain with him for free, not a penny earned or spent to bring him to this deliverance. He hides himself as a wolf in
sheep’s fleece, begging to be taken back.
And then he slits Zach's throat, a wounded soldier who only took heed of the order to break hearts.