Fics like A dead cigarette

Walking into the room that smelt of death and seeing his brains all over his tapes, CD's, records, walls, bed, anything in the vicinity of Pelle. It made him sick, but also sparked his idea of morbidity. That's when he went to buy a camera back in Oslo, and once he returned to the rancid body of his very dead singer, putting the knife and gun near his head before taking a photo. Thee photo for Dawn Of The Black Hearts. Yet, Øystein hadn't realized two things right in the moment as he sat in the basement. One, he was crying. Two, Varg was standing right in front of him, snapping his fingers. "Earth to Øystein!" Varg barked at the raven haired man, finally standing back up once he got the other back to reality. Øystein sniffled, wiping tears from his eyes and sipping out of the bottle, shaking his head, then waving Varg away. The younger rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and playing with a strand of his brunet hair.

Fics like A dead cigarette

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