"It wasn't that bad you say? You vomited for a mile! Henry said it was the weirdest, grossest, funniest cycle of his life! Your vomit was literally EVERYWHERE! No one could walk through these puddles!" "Oh, it wasn't that bad," he replied in a slightly hoarse voice. Just don't tell me you ate carrion again," said the angel, glancing towards the black puddle. Yes, it helped him, he had the strength to know his feelings, his taste, touch, smell, hearing, sight, his body. But you don't control them - they help you understand yourself." Don't be afraid to shout it to Sammy's face. Take care of this feeling, try to understand it, and once you know what it is - don't be afraid to tell the world about it. And so it is with feelings for another person. Sometimes we also don't know why, when we hear about some murder, we sometimes feel sadness, regret. We feel emotions, touch, a breath of wind. "In some percentage we resemble people, Ink. When the demon asked the angel why he felt this way around Sammy, her answer was always the same. but they are like siblings to each other. Well, they will argue, call names, even beat themselves to the blood. If you thought Ink Demon and Alice would hate each other - you're wrong. but she could see the world around her - she just had to have this moment. She was gentle and slow - the demon felt her touch with his whole body. He stared at one place, focusing all his senses on what was happening around. "Come on, come on, breathe." Alice's voice could be heard beside him. His breathing was rapid, and REAL tears trailed down his cheeks. he crawled away from the puddle of vomit and fell to the ground, then closed his eyes until he fell asleep. He didn't even know what he was exhausted by. He leaned against the seat, dug his claws into it, then fell to his knees and vomited black goo. Ink Demon wiped the tears from his face and escaped through the portal to his throne room. Sammy was on his way! He buried his head in his legs to encourage him more and. Within minutes, tears were streaming down his cheeks. Yes - nothing hurt more than the memories. then he will NEVER leave me!" thought the demon as he sat down in the corner. And the prophet will think he's depressed. Yes, he'll cry and tell Sammy he'd like to kill himself. and getting attention by crying.Īnd today, Ink Demon came up with what he thought was a brilliant plan. Call it obsession, but Ink would go into the vent just to look at him! Interesting fact - the demon had no idea it was love. To look at his muscles, his body, and if he could, his face. He could cry five times a day just to keep the prophet with him! Ink Demon loved watching Sammy. It was the best.Įven Sammy got sick of the demon sometimes. Crying brought the prophet to him - he loved it when the ink man covered him with a blanket.
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