Fics like another wander in the night (let me paint the view)

Blood pools beneath whitened teeth. The eyes that stare up at him are a mixture of seething fury and heightened fear, hands flailing desperately as they attempt to wrench away the hands that grip onto his neck. Feeble, useless, pathetic. Thanos tightens his grip on a seizing throat, and wonders what it feels like to die. Thanos knows, deep down, that the crypto isn’t the sole reason his life turned to shit. If he hadn’t invested all of his savings into the coin, he likely would’ve blown it all on drugs, parties, and hookers. Because, really, what else is there? Sex and drugs are the only things that manage to make him feel alive, if only for a short period of time. Always chasing a high, always reaching for something unattainable. Thanos’ vision blurs around the edges, like a camera focusing on a subject, shrouding the background in a hazy blur. Myung-gi makes a wheezing, guttural sound. A plea for help, a spitting curse — it’s impossible to tell. Thanos presses his fingers deeper, harder, and wonders how long it takes to kill a man. — — — (The spiraling, unraveling thoughts of Thanos as blood pours out of him in torrents. An outstretched hand, an offer to try again.)

Fics like another wander in the night (let me paint the view)

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