my half of an art/fic trade with the super amazing, incomparable, fantastic, brilliant @jara257!! the art for it is right here. gaze upon its beauty and wonderrrrr~!
AND I AM SO SORRY THIS GOT SO DAMN ARTSY BUT I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH IT I HOPE U LIKE IT HONEY.
“To be your own man, you gotta be a monster, too.”
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There’s still a dark brown crust of blood under Gabe’s fingernails, deep enough that no amount of scrubbing is going to be able to get it out. He stares down at it, accusingly, reproachfully. When he doesn’t do that, when there’s a meeting and he’s half-listening, he’ll idly try to gouge the remainders out. And then he’ll see Jack, the golden boy, standing there all glorious and wonderful and cold, like some Greek god trapped in marble, empty eyes gazing right past Gabe like he’s just a ghost.
And only Gabe knows about the wounds hiding under a few layers of polyester, cotton, and ballistics weave. He’s got Jack’s blood under his nails, his name a rage-filled shout trapped in Gabe’s throat, his specter in the back of Gabe’s him, reminding him of every failure, every fight, every moment that they’ve hurt each other. His phantom’s voice sounds like guilt, and Gabe has to clench his newly-healed fist, knuckles still scar-pink, in order to fight back the rage and regret that builds and crests in him like the crescendo of a tidal wave.
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