"lavender suits you. soft and subtle"
fingers running through hair, freshly dyed.
pale red flowers blooming over porcelain doll cheeks
"thank you"
soft voices.
quiet.
quiet or else.
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vic's parents were accepting of his 'lifestyle choice' as they call it, though it was never choice so much as a feeling.
all they could do was accept it, he was old enough to live on his own now.
kellin's parents tried to 'cure' him with harsh words and harsher hands.
he was fragile.
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tonight was one of those nights he felt like not living anymore.
hidden from his dad in the hallway closet, nestled between stacks of boxes and coats.
his dad would be gone soon, then he could leave for vic's.
doors slamming.
the familiar hum of the engine of his families beat up ford.
dad gone, check
mom asleep, check.
he emerges from the closet quietly, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
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today was a bad day.
he dyed his hair again. his parents weren't happy.
"purple is for girls" scolded his mother.
"purple is for fags" sneered his father.
"its lavender..." he muttered quietly.
he shouldn't have
ugly dark purple flowers bloom on pale skin.
bruises on arms, legs, back, and cheek.
not like the lovely watercolor stains left by a loving boyfriend.
they are the harsh reminder of unlove.
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"shh darling you'll be okay"
soothing words falling on deaf ears.
he's broken, tears pouring from his eyes like rain.
a comforting embrace.
gentle touches over damaged skin and broken blood vessels.
the bruises are an ugly kind of color, kellin's least favorite.
sweet nothings whispered in a soothing lilt.
he knows just what to say to end the tidal waves of tears.
"lavender suits you"
silence for a moment, tears still staining white fabric.
"soft and subtle"
they slow, from a steady stream to the unrhythmic drip drop of a leaky faucet.
"delicate and beautiful"
pale red vines creeping across tearstained cheeks.
a soft voice, fragile and unsure
"thank you"
light touches, gentle kisses.
easing the pain.
he is in love.
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harsh words, harsher hands
they were caught
"get out" whispered, full of venom.
frozen in place, kellin can hardly speak. "d-dad no..."
tight grips on porcelain arms.
vic torn away and thrown out.
kellin is scared.
for his life,
for vic's.
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whimpers past busted lips
he broken
bruised
bleeding
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no more
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the funeral is small
his body, already so fragile seems more small surrounded by the casket walls.
no parents.
they're gone, in jail.
too late to save the fragile boy with a strong blade.
tears down tan cheeks, pouring from chocolate eyes.
a midnight black suit
hands clasped behind his back to hide the aftershock tremors.
he's crumbling from the earthquake in his clockwork heart.
from the inside out.
just like his fragile porcelain boy.
in that moment he decides he prefers delicate red roses trapped behind stained glass cheeks
to deep red wine spilt down porcelain doll arms
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no more
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»end«
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Lavender »Kellic«
Fanfiction"lavender suits you. soft and subtle" "delicate and beautiful" »lowercase intended« the one where vic falls in love with a fragile boy with lovely hair //TRIGGER WARNING// »500 Words«
