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Mar. 8th, 2017 08:13 pmHe waited till Myrrh went out.
He wasn’t sure why. He just didn’t want to do this while she was around.
Was he ashamed? Or was this just a private thing he didn’t want company for.
Even the company of a cat.
He handled the knife with care as he sat on the edge of the bed.
He didn’t want to pain.
Just… the brightness that came with the blood.
He wanted the colour back. Even if red was the only colour he could get.
He rested the point of the blade high on his forearm.
Just… feeling the cold of the blade.
Feeling the metal warm against his skin.
Blood welled. A single bright crimson drop blooming at the point.
He wasn’t aware of pressing down but the blade bit, the skin parting.
A shallow cut. The blood running clean.
He set the knife down, holding his arm between his parted knees. Letting the little rivulet of blood slowly inch down towards his fingers.
A slow line of colour.
Of light.
Of life.
Bodhi laid down and let the warmth of the flowing blood soothe him.
He wasn’t sure why. He just didn’t want to do this while she was around.
Was he ashamed? Or was this just a private thing he didn’t want company for.
Even the company of a cat.
He handled the knife with care as he sat on the edge of the bed.
He didn’t want to pain.
Just… the brightness that came with the blood.
He wanted the colour back. Even if red was the only colour he could get.
He rested the point of the blade high on his forearm.
Just… feeling the cold of the blade.
Feeling the metal warm against his skin.
Blood welled. A single bright crimson drop blooming at the point.
He wasn’t aware of pressing down but the blade bit, the skin parting.
A shallow cut. The blood running clean.
He set the knife down, holding his arm between his parted knees. Letting the little rivulet of blood slowly inch down towards his fingers.
A slow line of colour.
Of light.
Of life.
Bodhi laid down and let the warmth of the flowing blood soothe him.
