love, a definition

arsynia:

love/ləv/

noun

an intense feeling of deep affection.

originally, he thought that love was the quiet after the war. the prize for the victor to claim. love was brutal, ugly, and violent. 

to love was to rip you apart, starting from your heart. to hold you and never ever let you go. 

most important of all, it was to show the world you were his. 

he loves quite viciously. with a touch of his own brand of cruelty. 

love was a possessive obsession. 

but then he realized––

that love is also breathing in your scent under the canopy of night, quietly wondering to himself ‘why me, why did you pick me before all the beautiful things. why, why me, the ugly and cruel machine; the tool, the weapon, the storm?”

and when he watched you slumber beside him, he found himself pleading in silence, “don’t leave me, please.” he would skim his fingers down your cheek, hoping (quite pathetically so) that you somehow heard him.

and love is––

love is the beauty of a spring meadow and the ugliness of a scarred battleground. 

“don’t you dare love him (name)” he often found himself thinking whenever you spoke about the rk800. “unless you want me to tear his meager existence apart.” 

but when he finally asked you what love meant, you grinned as you rest your head against his shoulder

“it means you and me, nines. love is us.” 

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a/n: uuugh i hope this makes sense im sorry but i just want to write about rk900 x reader