|Art! Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful ART!|
Paramour - SeptiplierParamour - a lover, especially the illicit partner of a married person.Paramour - Septiplier by writeasoph
He’s not quite sure why he’s here today. Normally, it’s because he’s had a tough day at work or he just needs to feel cared about for once. But strangely, he doesn’t feel either of those ways today.
Maybe, he just wants to block the whole world out for a bit. Maybe, he wants to embrace how he really feels, rather than pretending. Maybe, he wants nothing at all.
He doesn’t know.
It isn’t long before he can feel the fingers running through his hair, and finds himself leaning towards the touch of them. He can sense a hand making its way around his waist, and the hold helps him to adjust and get comfortable. It’s only a matter of seconds before a pair of lips attach to his, the sensation nearly distracting him from the rest of the world entirely.
But even though he feels this urge to reciprocate, to throw his arms around hi
|Art! Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful ART!|
This story has a deeper meaning to it then just being imprisoned and tortured.
Heterochromia Iridium: A generic change within the eyes that allows them to be two different colors.
The first thing I was able to register was how cold I felt and a cramping pain in my neck, indicating I had been out for a long time. As I opened my eyes I was immediately hit with a blinking headache and a strained yet agonizing pulling in my back.
The other thing I realized and that made me panic was the fact I couldn’t move. I lifted my head quickly and regrettably and was consumed by dizziness and white hot pain. I couldn’t see anything, the room was dark but I knew I was being held in place by something. I blinked away the pain and dizziness and focused on letting my eyes adapt to the room around me.
As my eyes adjusted I realized that I was in a chair with several iron armbands wrapped around either of my forearms and chains tightened around my legs, pad locked in multiple places.
As I looked around I just barely noticed a door on the right side of the room and the left side was completely shrouded in darkness. I moved my head idly, trying to avoid any more of the burning pains that occurred whenever I did.
In my peripheral vision, I saw my wings.
They were pressed against the wall behind me and as I attempted to move them a pain that I could only describe as an agonizing burning sensation was sent throughout my spine and shoulders.The edges of my vision went black before I could actually see what was restraining my wings in such a painful manner that I couldn’t even attempt to move them without getting hit with a bullet train of agony.I breathed out a shaky sigh, blinking away the spots in my line of sight before turning back to my wings and I finally saw what was holding them against the wall.
Nails, giant nails pierced straight through the main vertebrae and into the cold, stone wall. These nails were so out of place that if the person who had put them there hadn’t been as careful as they were they would’ve torn an important artery or vein.
My throat felt dry and I couldn’t remove my eyes from the picture painted so realistically behind me until I was hit with another blinking pain in my head. I turned away when I suddenly realized something that I should’ve realized early.
I don’t remember what happened but I do remember that he was with me when it did.
Where was he? Why wasn’t he here? Was he okay?
I was fueled with a sudden rage and panic, burning so much brighter than any flame I’d ever known. I began struggling against my restraints, biting my lip and gritting my teeth again the pain that ensued.After minutes upon minutes of the struggling and white hot agony, the pain became too much for me.
I bowed my stinging head in defeat.
I was going to die a second time in this place without ever knowing what became of my lover, wasn’t I?
I ignored the sound of the door opening and continued to stare blankly at the gray, cold concrete ground contemplating why this had to happen. I closed my eyes when a blinding white light illuminated the room and I heard several people enter.
Suddenly a sound hit my pointed ears and I looked up, my heterochromia colored eyes widening.
Three men walked with blood stained lab coats walking in, struggling to keep a fourth from getting free of his restraints.
I recognized Anti quickly but I didn’t register what was happening to him until it happened right in front of me.
He was in a straitjacket, the buckles of which tightened to the point I could see the steel beams that lined his ribs and his arms which were crossed over his torso in an X like pattern along with some kind of contraption that covered his mouth and jawline, enabling any movement in his jaws. Even with the thing holding his jaws in place he was snarling and making these sounds that reminded me of muffled static.
His remaining eye was so wide that the reds of it almost completely consumed the lime green and icy blue iris that was shaking very violently. His struggling was so spontaneous that he actually ended up cutting the doctors with the arrowhead point at the end of his chain link tail several times.
He looked like a rabid animal and that’s was scared me.
I wanted to do something, anything to help him. I wanted to fight them and I wanted to free him but when you were as powerless as I was at the time you’d understand that sometimes the only thing you can do is watch.
And that’s what I did, I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t move.
I watched as he struggled so very violently against the doctors and how he took no noticed that I was even there.
I watched as they drove a syringe needle into his neck and I watched as he slowly sank to the ground on his knees, allowing them to nail the chain-link tail that had inflicted deep cuts into them to the ground. I sat there, watching as my friend, my lover was chained up to the wall in front of me.
I was powerless.
I couldn’t do anything to save either of us.
These inhumane creatures merely glanced at me as they kicked Anti to the ground completely and I felt rage, so much rage build up inside of me that I swore I could’ve easily broken these restraints and tore them apart.
But I didn’t, because I couldn’t.
All I did was snarl at them and receive the pleasure of the tallest of the three flipping me off and calling me a freak of nature. I glared daggers after them as left before turning all my attention back to my lover, who was on his side on the concrete floor.
His back was to me and I could see blood splattered all over his straitjacket and I couldn’t tell if it was his or the people who had brought us to this hellhole in the first place’s.
Small pools of blood started forming underneath his tail were they’d driven several nails through the metal and into the floor.
I called out his name, my voice raspy and weak as I did so but I wasn’t granted with a response.
I called to him again and again, getting increasingly desperate as he didn’t respond. He was deathly still which sent a painful pang into my heart.
I knew he wasn’t dead, but he sure as hell looked like it. I let out a sigh, feeling ink black tears begin pooling at the corners of my eyes.
I wanted to go to him so badly,
I wanted to help him and I wanted to leave this place but I was powerless.
|Definition of Patience- The capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset.|