Macha froze, the pieces of the puzzle finally coming together in her head. It all made sense now, why he was so quiet, why she could feel the self-hate and agony rolli g off of him. Struggling a bit, she pushed herself up into sitting position. “Tyler… good people do bad things sometimes. And your father was much worse a demon than you could ever be. Back at the facility, you kept muttering about how you didn’t mean to, how it was an accident. If it was an accident, then it’s not your fault. You’re not— you’re not a bad person. Bad people don’t hate themselves after they accidentally kill a person. And you know what? He would’ve— he locked you up. He would’ve killed you. You were protecting yourself.” She took a deep breath in. “And what you said about not deserving me, not deserving anything? To hell with that. If anything, it’s the other way around. You saved my life more than once. You gave yourself up to those men so that I could be safe. You are— you’re the single most heroic person I’ve ever met. And I love you. I can’t— seeing you broken like this—“
(Highkey tries not to cry)
(Whoa o.O)
Tyler turned to her, his eyes desperate and sad. “I wish I could believe you..I should be locked up. I’m too dangerous. I can’t trust myself.”
(Wow writing this has been a fricking journey holy mother of god)
Macha was close to tears. She was not loosing him like this. “Tyler— I’ve- I’ve accidentally killed people before. A nine year old kid touched me when I was… having a vision, and she-“ Macha swallowed, blinking rapidly, “she died that day. Because of me. I’ve had to live with that since I was twelve years old. And I know I’m dangerous. Maybe— maybe I am selfish. I used to purposely keep myself from people, I stayed away from anyone who wasn’t scared of me and wanted to be my friend. And then you came along. And now— if I said that you being with my would put you in danger, I would be agreeing with everything you just said about yourself. And it’s conflicting me. It’s practically ripping me apart. But I cannot sit here and watch you do the same to yourself. Every time I say that I should be locked up because I’m a danger, I’m saying that you should be locked up, so as much as I hate myself, I love you way to much to do that to you.”
(Whoah this has been one hell of a realization for me— I do this all the time, although not on such a dramatic level lol. Like, I say to everyone that they are beautiful and amazing and they should never hate themselves but then…. I hate myself sometimes.)
(Oof I need to go really soon)
(Ok but I do the exact same thing like I’m always like awww you’re so pretty and stuff but then I’m like ggijdjshahga I hate myself I’m so ugly)
(Aw oki :(
Tyler walked over to her. “I…” He leaned down and kissed her hard, putting a hand behind her head. He felt tears running down his cheeks as he kissed her.
(Back for a sec and then I gtg again)
(Aw I’m sorry ): I’m sure you’re stunning irl)
Macha could feel his tears mingling with her own as they kissed. She completely melted into his embrace, threading her arms around him and into his hair. I love you I love you I love you., she thought, So f*cking much.
(Psssshh noo)
“I love you too..” He murmured, laying on the bed next to her as he continued kissing her.
(pshh yes)
(Lol therapist topaz has been activated look what you’ve done)
(This would be one hell of a shock for Macha’s dad if he walked in right now lmao)
Macha rolled over onto her side and curled into him, soaking up his warmth. “I love you I love you I love you.”, she murmured into him over and over again.
(I always tell my friends im their therapist and it’s fun)
(Lol he’d Be like thefuk?? who are you)
(Morning! How are you?)
Tyler wrapped his arms around her and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you too. And it’s sorry for scaring you..” He murmured quietly
(Lolll)
(Same tho)
(I’m pretty good, you?)
Macha tucked herself against his chest, letting her eyes fall shut as she breathed in his scent. “I’m just glad you’re out of that cell.”, she whispered.
(I’m pretty good too)
Tyler didn’t answer her but held her tight against his chest, his eyes still open.
(That’s good!)
Macha took deep, measured breaths in and out, listening to the beating of Tyler’s heart. Every time her mind drifted back to that awful building, the dead bodies, Tyler in his demon form, his flickering red eyes, she would shudder and pull her thoughts back to the present moment.
(I’m legit considering making her dad burst in rn, should I do it?)
(Lol that’d be great)
Tyler closed his eyes and couldn’t stop thinking about what he’d done. He held her closer and stroked her hair gently, guilt crushing him.
Macha could feel his guilt, felt it crushing him. I know there’s nothing I can say to replace… what you’ve lost, I can’t fix the situation magically. But things will get better, I promise. There’s no way in hell I’ll let them get worse.
(I’ll make him barge in on the next post I make)
(Lol ok)
As long as you’re with me.. He replied quietly, intertwining her fingers with his.
Always. Macha squeezed his hand, pressing a kiss to his cheek. It was then that the door opened and her father decided to run in. “Macha you’re okay what happ——“ He stopped dead, staring at her and Tyler.
Tyler sat up carefully. “Hello.” He said, his fingers still wrapped around Machas. Shit. That’s your dad isn’t it.
Shitshitshitshit it is. Let me do the talking. “Dad!” Despite her definite embarrassment, she was extremely relieved to see him. Hans Rosendorfer came close and hugged his daughter tightly. “You climbed out the window of a hospital after being shot in the back. Oh my god I was so worried— why?? What—“ Macha stopped him gently. “I’ll explain later, it was important. Sorry.. sorry for worrying you.” He shook his head , hugging her again. “This has better be good. What had also better be good is your explanation for why you’re lying in a hospital bed with a random boy I’ve never seen befor in my life.” Shit.
Shitshitshit. Tyler opened his mouth to say something but he didn’t know what to say. “I…uh..um..” Ive been inside your daughters head for her whole life oh and by the way I almost killed her cause I’m half demon. One more thing, I just killed my own father. I’m sure he’ll love me. He glanced over at Macha nervously.
I got this, don’t worry. And he will love you. Macha cleared her throat nervously. “Um.. dad, this is Tyler. Tyler, dad— I mean, Hans Rosendorfer.” Her father raised an eyebrow. “Tyler. And I’ve never seen you before because…?”
“Uh..well we just met a couple days ago..” He couldn’t help smiling a little, knowing this wasn’t true. Rosendorfer. Nice name.
German. Or Austrian. I don’t know, we’re not technically related. Hans raised his other eyebrow and turned to Macha. “You’ve moved… very quickly, then, hm?” Shitshitshit. Macha swallowed. “It’s a long story.” Hans day down on the side of the bed, looking Tyler over distrustfully. “We’ve got time.”
