Kit Continues To Slaughter Me With His Art - Blog Posts

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Phoenix tries to close the door on him. Miles sticks out his foot, and pushes the door with his weight.

He sighs. He knows he wouldn’t be able to keep the news from getting to Miles, but still, he hoped he wouldn’t find out. The disbarment is fresh, an ugly wound stifling with infection. He prefers to bleed in peace.

Phoenix turns and walks to his couch, not waiting for Miles to follow. He can’t look at him, can’t see the pity in his gaze. He slumps over as he sits down, hands to his head.

“Why did you come? To laugh at me? Chastise me for getting caught in a trap?” His voice cracks. He swallows past the lump in his throat.

“I thought you might need me.”

“I don’t.” The lie tastes heavy on his tongue. “Will you leave now?”

“No.” Miles walks closer and kneels down in front of him. “I won’t.”

“God, Miles, please–” Phoenix looks up at him. “I’m a mess right now.”

“If you intend to scare me away, it won’t work,” he says, leveling him with a harsh gaze. “I came here for you.”

“Why? I lost.” Phoenix crumbles. “I lost everything.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“But–”

Miles takes his hand, and places it against his cheek. He holds the other one. “I worship you, Phoenix. What will it take for you to realize how I feel?”

Okay so! @majesticanna and me worked on something together! I haven't been so inspired in a long while >//<

Also! Beanix time! Story snipped will follow in a reblog, so watch out!