chemical romance

Tamlin he reaps in blood Tamlin kept dodging and jumping to avoid the bird's attacks. It was no short of a wonder that he had not yet turned into bird feed, although he was scratched and bitten a few times in his frantic dance with the monster. A dance of life and death even though he had just opted to die willingly. The monsters in his head grew louder too. Panic washed over him in waves and he felt like he was going to have a heart attack. He had little time to study the newly arrived stallion as he danced by. He only saw a flash of white and red and heard the man's remark about his flower. "I'll show you!" Tamlin croaked hoarsely. "I'll give you a taste and you'll see how wonderful my flower is. Just fucking help me!" The glowing alien then offered to help even without the gift of Tamlin's life. The black stallion was partially disappointed and he realized that part of him had hoped he would be granted help with ending his life. The realization frightened him even if he had recently tried to kill himself in the ocean - it seemed his mind was not made up whether he wanted to live or not. He answered the strange looking stallion: "You can have whatever part of me you want, glow-stick." It was not the smartest move to insult this stranger, Tamlin knew that, but he was beyond caring now, he only wanted his fix.