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Ford was in the fearamid. Ankles and wrists held up by glowing blue shackles and chains, a collared shackle hung around his neck.
He was tired, unfathomably tired, sleep was just a taut string threading on snapping away. Deprived of his sleep, ears trained to pick up every movement supplement to listening to Bill talk harsh words coated in sugar and honey, words that drizzled like candy from the mouth behind his eye.
Pinching a half empty purple martini drink in two inky fingers he sipped the liwuid through his lidded eye.
Damn near hyperventilating he waited for time to strike for Bill to begin coating lies in honey, his vision was slowly tunneling and his eye itched but he couldnt scratch it.
He wanted to go home, back to the mystery shack, play poker with Mabel and Waddles even though he'll loose, go on an investigation with Dipper, catch on lost time with Stan. He wanted to be anywhere, anywhere but here. Here felt like an out of tune guitar, a scratched violin.
His head hung loose to the floor and his vision blurred, inky black four fingered hands cradled his cheeks, pressing his face upwards to look at the triangle hovering just above him, a lidded eye with large sclera and jet iris that twinkled with the stars of the milky way greeted him,
Bill rubbed a triangular motion into his cheeks, despite himself it actually felt nice grounding. Brows knitted together in heaviness he stared up att Bill, a frown forming on his lips, etching frown lines into his face.
"Oh, Fordsy." Bills voice whispered through the room, he drew a line with his thumb over Fords right cheek, it felt like he was smearing a smudge of blood on his cheek, red phantom liquid he felt drowned in whenever in Bill ciphers vicinity.
Tilting Fords head upwards his eye formed to a mouth, pressing chapped lips against his forehead, Ford ached for the touch to linger, to stay; and it was a horrible thought.
His heart ached for the mangled demon, and it felt so shitty of him.
"It'll be okay, when I get that equation you'll be okay, you'll be safe, with me; far away from here."
Bills lips brushed over Fords eyelids, fluttering his eyelashes. "Do you mean that?" Ford whispered and Bill gently brushed his four fingers through his grayed hair and it felt like he was using someones blood to clean it, someones lifeblood, he knew there wasnt any blood near him for potentially miles, but everything felt so horrible in Bills prescense.
"I promise; in a bed of stars."
Bills hands will forever perpetually be soaked in the blood of dozens, pga tom blood that dribbled from the tips of his fingers. Bill brushed his thumb across Fords lower lip.
One shackle and chain fell from his right wrist, the limb fell and Bill caught it before he accidentily hit himself with his arm, pins and needles.
Bill pressed a triangular pattern into the inner palm of his hand and brought it towards himself, eye morphing itself into lips again and pressing chaste kisses to each individual finger.
"You'll be okay, Fordsy."
He'll be okay. Bill will hold him, he just needs the equation for them to have eternity together.