Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Why the fuck are you still here!?

You're standing above the Signless, staring at his sleeping form.

You remember that he wanted you to call him Kankri.

You are so close to killing him. The Rainbowdrinker's gone. You know what he says, you've heard the heresy.

You have to kill him, you have to kill him, you HAVE TO KILL HIM.

ASSASSIN: :33< fuck you FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!

You lunge at him. He wakes up just in time to turn away and lunges back.

The two of you struggle against eachother's bodies and try to shove eachother down.

Eventually, you manage to overpower, and he's flat on the ground, a look of panic on his face.

Your vision is getting blurry, and you can see olive tears drop onto his face.

ASSASSIN: i hate you

ASSASSIN: i hate you so much

ASSASSIN: i dont wanna kill you

ASSASSIN: please make me wanna kill you!!!

You're crying now, voice cracking, and you set yourself up, sitting firmly on your knees.

KANKRI: MEULIN...

He reaches up, and his thumb clears your tears away from your face.

He's so gentle, he's so nice, he cares so fucking much-

MEULIN: I HATE YOU!!!!

You lunge once more, and your lips lock onto his.

The kiss is wet, a mixture of saliva and tears, and you can feel his lips being cut up by your fangs. He winces at the pain, and you purposfully kiss harder at that.

He doesn't hat the kiss though, he's an equal force, fighting against you and pushing his tounge into your mouth. It's not a bad sensation.

He's very into the kiss, and you can feel his hands roam against your dress, and he tugs the fur that makes your sign off of you.

You squeeze Kankri's back as he begins to squeeze around you as well. You draw some blood while he draws light, soft hands over you, almost in awe of your body.

You're kissing him out of the hatred you feel, and yet the more that he touches you, the more you wish you could just stay. You don't know wether or not you pity him, but he is a very good guy to make out with.

His hands go down your back like little meowbeasts jumping down a tree, all starts and stops and anxious trepidation, but once hes fully got himself down there it's good, and the way that you whimper under his touch proves it.

You can't help it- you giggle a bit.

He stops, and looks at you like he did something wronge.

KANKRI: WHA- IS THIS- ARE Y9U 9KAY WITH THIS?

MEULIN: ;33< yeah yeah! i laugh when im hot down there ;33

He flushes a bright red, then goes straight back to kissing you.

You wonder what he'd be like if he was a follower of the Grand Highblood.

The thought makes your blood run cold. You don't fully understand, but you hate it.

He's... he's not...

MEULIN: :33< kankri?

KANKRI: YES, MEULIN?

MEULIN: :33< i think

MEULIN: :33< i think that the grand higblood

MEULIN: :33< i think that the hemospectrums

MEULIN: :33< ...wrong

It hurts you to say, the words leave your lips a like a death sentence you've willingly signed up for.

MEULIN: fuck me man

MEULIN: im a fucking heretic

MEULIN: i cant go back

MEULIN: he said for me to come back with you dead by the second spring

MEULIN: i cant do it

You grab his face and tenderly rub you thum against his cheek.

MEULIN: i hate you

MEULIN: but i cant fucking hate you enough

You kiss him again, and he rubs your hands to help you calm down. You hate how much it works.

KANKRI: Y9U CAN STAY. I W9N'T ST9P Y9U IF Y9U WANT T9 LEAVE, 6UT.

KANKRI: PLEASE, MEULIN. STAY.

You break down in his arms and he crys with you.

How did he do this to you? How are you so willing to go against everything you've ever known?

Maybe it's because you're an Oliveblood. It's deep in you, that wildness. That's what the Grand Highblood always said.

MEULIN: hell know that im not dead

MEULIN: hes gonna try to get someone to find us

KANKRI: WE HAVE A RAIN69WDRINKER AND A HUNTER WITH US.

KANKRI: Y9U'RE G9ING T9 6E 9KAY.

KANKRI: I W9N'T LET HIM KILL Y9U