B͟𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝙸𝙽 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝑪𝑈𝑇

⠀ ⠀ 𝑨nd i suggest protecting your eyes by not opening photos. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ 𝑰 can hear that in your voice ⸝ Geliebter. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ 𝑫rawn out hum ⸝ broad shoulders shifting as his arms came to settle tightly across his chest. “ 𝑰 wa͟s enjoying the quiet. Until now. ” ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ 𝑫as ist sehr attraktiv. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ﹙ the way his eyes lingered on the coffee for a moment before actually accepting it was entirely awkward for a man his size ⸝ tucking it at his side. ﹚𝑩ut i . . did. I cannot look that far in. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ 𝑨 slow drawn out flicker of focus dragging over to the strangers frame ⸝ letting his eyes settle with the direct stare. “ 𝑰 was not sleeping. Do the men you know sleep with their eyes open? ” ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ and prodding ⸝ the inevitable reaction to the old scars that weren’t of his own doing lingering from a time where he was much smaller than himself——the eventual cold brutal self destruction to feel something that was in only h͟i͟s control now. ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ a small twitch pulled at the corners of scarred brims shifting the fabric ⸝ the movement causing swelling tears to properly fall. Just like old times. Just like he was taught. They’d be proud ⸝ they’d all be so fucking proud. The result of the poking ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ malice. His hand stilling causing the stained blade to clatter against the table ⸝ tear ridden icy irises locking onto the backs of his palms as they shakily turned around. Despite the pain and the sheer weight of his own thoughts from before ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ taut past scars in a repeated pattern until König lost track of reasoning. Time was a blur. Motions matched with the same brutality that lingered behind every punch and every move he made on a battlefield until the panicked breaths became ones of pure ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ weighed on his shoulders. Intervals of flashes of past confrontations flickering behind eyes slowly being swallowing the light rim of his irises with a stark black until his palm shifted again ⸝ more intentionally this time ⸝ blade against the ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ his window ⸝ the sight earning a slow tilt of his head ⸝ slow breathing pacing up with the rise and fall of his chest. The longer he stared the c͟l͟o͟s͟e͟r he got to the echo ⸝ the release of memories and hovering reminders of pressure that ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ palms until the sharp edge nicked at calloused skin causing a hitch of breath beneath the fabric of his sniper hood. Narrowing oceanic irises lingered over the collection of crimson forming like a droplet that mirrored the dropping rain pattering outside ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ the small enclosed room ⸝ the reflection of König’s icy gaze bounced off the blade between his fingertips; the sheer weight of the handle was enough to soothe his anxiety even if it was for a moment. Shifting it ⸝ back and forth within scarred ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ of the world until he was blue in the face ⸝ it was just now ⸝ in the silence of his quarters that the need to prove himself wasn’t the echoing reminder it proved to be. It was the ache in his bones that drained his very being. In the dim lighting of ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ give them leverage for the eventual time they decide to leave him in the dust. That’s the thing; People left. People replaced. People caused wounds and left others to rot. It was the way the world worked ⸝ and König .ᐣ He followed the rules ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ another human being——he wouldn’t lie through his teeth about that——it was that the time of year came with more negatives than positives that bled through his attitude and he would d͟ie twice over before letting another soul see him in a way that would ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ─ jackets enjoying the festivities of the Halloween season and the oncoming fireworks that would follow ⸝ he remained to himself; not a single soul in his presence the way he preferred it to be. It wasn’t that the Colonel didn’t enjoy the warmth of ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ C͟old nights ⸝ ones riddled with pattering rain and a shivering breeze that made anyone’s hair stand up on their arms ⸝ those kind of nights were the ones that König found the most solace in. While every soul walked the streets covered in thick fleece ─ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ X͟.̲ ⠀ ⠀ ﹙ 𝓢ᵒˡᵒ ﹚ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ I͟T’S ⠀𝘏𝘈𝘜𝘕𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 ⠀ME ⠀ ⠀ 𝖬𝖠𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 ⠀IT ⠀𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙳𝙴𝚁 ⠀ TO ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝓑REATHE .̲ .̲ .̲ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀* TW; depression, isolation, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ self inflicted harm, trauma .ᐟ ⠀ ⠀