[fic] empty

[dreadfulbeauties]

title: empty
pairing: ludwig the holy blade/laurence the first vicar
prompt: "empty" (from a list of various otp prompts)
rating: t
warnings: n/a
word count: 100

There is no wine in left in my cup.

We eroded away our immunity and you quietly watched—there were more obvious beasts for you to flay under steel, after all. I walked into your trap as your captivated heart. But the poison of the Old Blood has made my skin crumble away.

I will become that which you hunt, Sir Ludwig. There is an emptiness when you kiss me or pin me down—a hollowness waiting to be made whole again, a taxidermy deer scooped of its guts.

Tear me open, I beg. Cleave this half moon in two.