chief, you doin’ alright?
..yeah. easy. I might take a little vwhile because i’ma be vwalkin’ unfortunately, but I’ll be there in much of a flash as I can.
you vwanna text me vwhile I head out?
Kankri just continued to rest his body against his moirail needing his support at that time more than ever. It was strange really the transformation that their friendship had undertaken. From the beginning when they had rekindled Kankri and him had a strict hatred for one another. There was no kind kisses or loving nature between the two bodies. But mental blows and angered glances, however now.. they were so close.
To the point Cronus was almost the one person he couldn’t live with out..He needed the male by his side always. He became the last pillar that kept him standing tall. There wasn’t anyone else at this moment who could help him. He needed Cronus there with him always, he just.. needed him forever to become his..
So— There was no other choice it was time to take what he needed what he do desired. Never ending comfort of love, his warped mind was driving into a pit. He wasn’t the same everything was dark and disturbed from lack of sleep. His thinkpan was rotting out, and if one got to close they would see just how broken the supposed gog had become from the constant bickering of nightmares. Reaching up Kankri wrapped his arms around Cronus whispering sweet nothings. As he slipped his hand behind him and onto his desk. Grabbing something sharp between his slender and able finger tips. The last string of self awareness slipping through as there was a feeble im sorry from his lips.
Proceeding to plung the needle into Cronus’ side and injecting the fluids into his body.
"I need you.."
Cronus was running his hands along Kankri’s fragile body. He was here, he was here, he’d assure him. That nothing was going to take him away. That nothing was going to keep him from coming back—-
And then that needle was spewing something into the scars upon his side, the slits that parted and reopened. His gills. Kankri had just managed to do something right that was so technically, and morally, wrong— depending on the taker that you asked. Cronus had taken a open breath. Those gills had opened beneath his shirt, wanting to take in more air. He never took care of his body dammit. He never took care of his gills upon his neck that were grayed and ruined with the smoking tangent of rage, and Kankri knew that because the needle went in deep upon the slits on his side right where he knew he’d be so sensitive.
The numbness was strange.
His grip got more tight upon Kankri’s shoulders, his shirt, muscles of his fingers beginning to cramp up. One hand managed to unlatch just in time to pull to Kankri’s hand. He was pulling away, he was shoving Kankri away. Cronus yanked the needle out and threw it on the ground so it shattered upon the ground in what appeared to me millions of small fragments but reality could only be a few. His muscles were tensing up because his emotions were swimming, making his muscles react badly and he was clutching something. He was guessing it was the wall or the floor but all he knows was his head was swimming and far too out of focus and he lost track of what he was attached to.
The male cupped his side, digging his sea dweller’s nails deep within the own flesh as if he wanted to tear the needle out again, but it wasn’t there. The Ampora gasped as his mind began to swim. He felt that wall that covered his emotions just shatter and water was springing up in his eyes.
He was gasping like a fish out of water, Cronus fucking Ampora, was curling in on himself because it was like he could breath air anymore.
"K-Kanny vwhat did you ffuckin’ do—"