RE: A kiss with a fist is better than none [Poptart]
He wanted to scream. To scream, and scream, and scream, until his throat was raw and he could no longer speak. He no longer had a voice, however, the vocal cords that could scream, nor a throat capable of such feet. Not in this shape... And it had already become raw in the other, hadn't it, raw from talking, speaking, yelling. Fighting in a fight he did not even want to fight with a person he wanted to fight even less. The need to scream became even stronger at the thought.
And even though his body was no voiceless, silent but for the sound of angry hissing, armless and legless, the need he felt, to scream, to throw his hands in he air and yell at the sky, expressing his anger at the injustice of it all, his mind still kept sending signals, to muscles that weren't there, limbs that belonged to some other shape, refusing to fit into the body of the snake as it kept insisting that it was human, making his whole body hurt as it fought against itself. Human his mind screamed, ignoring the pain, the hurt, the itching of a body trying to in ways it was not meant to bend. Human it insisted, even as the rest Sebastian seemed like it was going to break under the weight of its insistence. His need to scream grew larger still.
Instead, however, he hissed, for that was all he could do right now, wasn't it? Hiss. Because he was a freaking snake, hidden under his own bed, hissing at the world because he couldn't do anything else.
He hated it. Hated himself like this, trapped in this body like it was a darkest cell of a darkest prison in the world. It made him scared. It made him angry. It made him hate. It made him to change, to go back to having arms and legs, and a freaking voice so he could freaking scream. He couldn't however. Not now, not for a whole day. Even though he wasn't sure he could take being like this for a whole day. Twenty four hours. God knows how many minutes.
Everything felt wrong, like wearing the clothes that didn't quite fit. Irritating. Maddening. Frustrating. He wanted to cry but snakes weren't meant to do that either.
Crying, he thought suddenly, breaking himself from the endless spiral of frustrated anger and fear as he tasted salt in the air, his tongue leaving his mouth for the first time without making any sort of an irritated sound.
Somebody was already crying, he thought, and his mind slowly cleared, thought by burning thought leaving his mind, as it focused, sharpened. Became clearer. Simpler. Calmer. ''Hari?'', he thought, his whole body revolting violently against him one more time, however, as his mind ordered him to tilt his head in wonder. Why was Hari crying?
He could taste it better now, tears, and water, and sadness in the air. Maybe not even sadness. Despair. He could feel it too, the slight tremor of the bed above him, shaking along with the tremors that shook Hari's body. Hari was crying.
It seemed like he was breaking, falling apart piece by piece much like Sebastian himself had both now and before. But why did he care anyway? It was a sudden thought, a memory of a feeling rather than the feeling itself.
He shouldn't, should he? They were fighting, weren't they? It was their fight that made him turn into a snake in the first place. He shouldn't care. He should be angry. Furious. He should be wanting to bite him.
He didn't, however. He cared. He didn't even want to have the fight in the first place, had he? He had been angered, yes, frightened, at the thought of losing Hari, but even before that. Because of what Aris had told him. Because of turning.
Well, he had already turned now, and yes, he hated it with every fibre of his being, but at least there was no need to panic about it any more, was it? At Hari was right there too, wasn't he, alive, and well... Well not well, not right now, but still breathing, and warm, so warm... Sebastian felt himself drawn to that warmth.
Snakes didn't think about the future much. He could not comprehend right now the thought of one day. One day this might happen again or One day he won't survive. Those thoughts held no strength any more. Snakes also didn't think about what could have been much. Even less then they thought about one day actually. I could have lost him he thought, and felt only a memory of a shock that had crippled him the first time the thought have made itself known to him rather than the shock itself. And the memory didn't hold for long, not with Hari right there, and warm. That was all the snake knew and cared about. What it could see, and smell, and feel right now. And right now, it was no longer angry or frightened.
It was a little bit hungry though, and could do with hunting down a big, fat mouse... At this, human part of Sebastian's mind finally took over again. NO, he thought, hissing angrily yet again. There would be no hunting of mice of any kind, neither fat or skinny. He would have frowned there, but snakes weren't meant to do that either, not even those who seemed to have some kind of funny looking eyebrows and he wasn't one of those anyway.
The snake was right though, he thought, throwing himself off of that particular train of thought. He only had room for one thought at a time in his head now anyway.
Hari was warm, and he was crying. Speaking too.
please come out
Sound felt different in this form but it was still Hari's voice. Broken, and sad, but Hari's. And he loved Hari's voice. He loved Hari too.
I don't want to fight anymore
Sebastian didn't want to fight either. So why on Earth had they fought in the first place? He couldn't remember. It was too long ago, he pretended as he crawled slowly form under the bed, over the gold coins and jewellery which made him hiss in pain. It hurt to crawl over them, so he settled there, by Hari's knee, raising his head up as much as he could, and hissing softly in question as he tried to find a way to comfort the other man, the rest of it, the fight, the fear, the hate, forgotten for one short moment.
He wanted to scream. To scream, and scream, and scream, until his throat was raw and he could no longer speak. He no longer had a voice, however, the vocal cords that could scream, nor a throat capable of such feet. Not in this shape... And it had already become raw in the other, hadn't it, raw from talking, speaking, yelling. Fighting in a fight he did not even want to fight with a person he wanted to fight even less. The need to scream became even stronger at the thought.
And even though his body was no voiceless, silent but for the sound of angry hissing, armless and legless, the need he felt, to scream, to throw his hands in he air and yell at the sky, expressing his anger at the injustice of it all, his mind still kept sending signals, to muscles that weren't there, limbs that belonged to some other shape, refusing to fit into the body of the snake as it kept insisting that it was human, making his whole body hurt as it fought against itself. Human his mind screamed, ignoring the pain, the hurt, the itching of a body trying to in ways it was not meant to bend. Human it insisted, even as the rest Sebastian seemed like it was going to break under the weight of its insistence. His need to scream grew larger still.
Instead, however, he hissed, for that was all he could do right now, wasn't it? Hiss. Because he was a freaking snake, hidden under his own bed, hissing at the world because he couldn't do anything else.
He hated it. Hated himself like this, trapped in this body like it was a darkest cell of a darkest prison in the world. It made him scared. It made him angry. It made him hate. It made him to change, to go back to having arms and legs, and a freaking voice so he could freaking scream. He couldn't however. Not now, not for a whole day. Even though he wasn't sure he could take being like this for a whole day. Twenty four hours. God knows how many minutes.
Everything felt wrong, like wearing the clothes that didn't quite fit. Irritating. Maddening. Frustrating. He wanted to cry but snakes weren't meant to do that either.
Crying, he thought suddenly, breaking himself from the endless spiral of frustrated anger and fear as he tasted salt in the air, his tongue leaving his mouth for the first time without making any sort of an irritated sound.
Somebody was already crying, he thought, and his mind slowly cleared, thought by burning thought leaving his mind, as it focused, sharpened. Became clearer. Simpler. Calmer. ''Hari?'', he thought, his whole body revolting violently against him one more time, however, as his mind ordered him to tilt his head in wonder. Why was Hari crying?
He could taste it better now, tears, and water, and sadness in the air. Maybe not even sadness. Despair. He could feel it too, the slight tremor of the bed above him, shaking along with the tremors that shook Hari's body. Hari was crying.
It seemed like he was breaking, falling apart piece by piece much like Sebastian himself had both now and before. But why did he care anyway? It was a sudden thought, a memory of a feeling rather than the feeling itself.
He shouldn't, should he? They were fighting, weren't they? It was their fight that made him turn into a snake in the first place. He shouldn't care. He should be angry. Furious. He should be wanting to bite him.
He didn't, however. He cared. He didn't even want to have the fight in the first place, had he? He had been angered, yes, frightened, at the thought of losing Hari, but even before that. Because of what Aris had told him. Because of turning.
Well, he had already turned now, and yes, he hated it with every fibre of his being, but at least there was no need to panic about it any more, was it? At Hari was right there too, wasn't he, alive, and well... Well not well, not right now, but still breathing, and warm, so warm... Sebastian felt himself drawn to that warmth.
Snakes didn't think about the future much. He could not comprehend right now the thought of one day. One day this might happen again or One day he won't survive. Those thoughts held no strength any more. Snakes also didn't think about what could have been much. Even less then they thought about one day actually. I could have lost him he thought, and felt only a memory of a shock that had crippled him the first time the thought have made itself known to him rather than the shock itself. And the memory didn't hold for long, not with Hari right there, and warm. That was all the snake knew and cared about. What it could see, and smell, and feel right now. And right now, it was no longer angry or frightened.
It was a little bit hungry though, and could do with hunting down a big, fat mouse... At this, human part of Sebastian's mind finally took over again. NO, he thought, hissing angrily yet again. There would be no hunting of mice of any kind, neither fat or skinny. He would have frowned there, but snakes weren't meant to do that either, not even those who seemed to have some kind of funny looking eyebrows and he wasn't one of those anyway.
The snake was right though, he thought, throwing himself off of that particular train of thought. He only had room for one thought at a time in his head now anyway.
Hari was warm, and he was crying. Speaking too.
please come out
Sound felt different in this form but it was still Hari's voice. Broken, and sad, but Hari's. And he loved Hari's voice. He loved Hari too.
I don't want to fight anymore
Sebastian didn't want to fight either. So why on Earth had they fought in the first place? He couldn't remember. It was too long ago, he pretended as he crawled slowly form under the bed, over the gold coins and jewellery which made him hiss in pain. It hurt to crawl over them, so he settled there, by Hari's knee, raising his head up as much as he could, and hissing softly in question as he tried to find a way to comfort the other man, the rest of it, the fight, the fear, the hate, forgotten for one short moment.
Awkward Seb is a snake post is awkward, but it has been edited