dusted in ash

Reccing Notes: This will make you hurt very much. About the beauty/beast aspect of Chloe/Davis and Davis being caught inside Doomsday, a cycle of rage and pain and brief moments of lucidity that he can never stop.

by restlessme at her livejournal
177 words, pg-13, doomsday

Cool hand brushes his face and he leans into the touch, craves the tough so much he could scream.

He gasps in breaths through lungs that are far unused to the actions.

The room darkens around him with quickening breaths that leave his mind spinning in dizzying circles
(like when he was younger and pretended it was just a game).

Heart beats with new blood, hot blood that burns his veins as he struggles to sit.
Fires bloom to life around him, edge closer but he feels no heat; no pain.

He's so unsure about what has happened, so confused as to what kind of monster he is.
Monster trapped deep inside him, monster making him think sick thoughts (he's not sure if it's the monster or him).

Cool hand brushes his face and he leans into the touch, craves the tough so much he could scream.
Would scream, does scream because the touch is so cooling it burns into his soul.

She sobs above him, tears stinging open cuts upon his face that stitch themselves back together.
His lips open, struggle to speak through vocal chords that were moments ago blackened by ash (dusted with age).

"Chloe", he gasps, eyes flashing red as she sadly smiles.