Broken S/o - Blog Posts

I mean a bit too specific but I’ll do it anyways just a bit short

(- Allies x Broken s/o -)

{~~RUINED~~}

Trying to mold a creation from clay, a sculpture of your own imagination, can be difficult for many reasons. Having the skill to be able to plan out your image and transfer it into the world for all to see. Needing to put in the patience to work with the medium, patiently waiting for the day you can see the product of your hard labor. but with even with the slightest mistake, you could change it completely to where it’s just a clump of dried up clay.

Even with many sculptures together, sculpting their most beautiful creation, a magnum opus of their life's work, can all come crashing down with the slight great twitch of the hand. Not even the most skillful sculptor could fix something that was

Ruined

They had ruined you.

They hadn’t meant to, it was an accident. They all still loved them, even with them being a husk of their former selves, sitting dumbly in a chair, slumped over with glossed over eyes.

From a distance it looked as if they were just tired but up close you could see clearly that they weren’t even aware of their surroundings. If they were, they did a damn good job at ignoring the men that constantly were at their side, tending to them as if they were a doll.

A doll of their perfect lover.

It wasn’t like they couldn’t hear their pleas to at least look at them, showing them a siding of life, they had just completely given up. losing the track of time, dates, not even sticking to your regular routine that you were desperate to keep, all seem to naturally rot away and deteriorate along with you.

They had saw the beginning of the end and tried to reverse everything that they had done, alike to the sculptor knowing mid movement, a sudden pit forming in his stomach of regret and fear, that he had made a grave mistake.

You had become the perfect doll that they desired,

They had just imagined it being different...