probably would advise that you’re at least 10+ before reading this idk but anyway this is just a little scene from tronnie that annie and i really like and this is really just to easily look back on so yeah please note that every paragraph goes interchangeably between annie and i follow annie: @artii-orii accidentally unshared this (7/10/24)
“Troy, I have a question.” He said lowly, turning to face Troy. His blue eyes were wide, as cold as the ice they compared to. “Promise me you’ll answer it honestly.” Troy’s stomach tightened. Donnie’s gaze was beyond intimidating. “Uh.. prom— promise.” “Did you fully intend to k!II me when you first saw me again?” Troy’s breath caught in his throat. He opened his mouth to speak, although nothing came out other than a faint “I—” Usually when he didn’t understand things, he could just say “okay” and move on. But he did understand. The question was all too familiar. Earlier that day, he’d been experiencing something oddly related— not a memory, but a nightmare. A cold nightmare. And in it, he kiIled Adonis. And laughed. He laughed so hard, and not like he had in a while. Not like he had /ever./ Slowly, he began to back up toward the window, his lower lip trembling. “Troy, I…” He heard Adonis’ voice say, “Why would you do this—?” A flash of bIoody hands. It felt so cold. “Nicely done,” Nile’s voice echoed, “I’m so proud of you, Six. So proud.” More bIood. Another flash— this time to a scene. Adonis was crawling away from someone, leaving a trail from his bIood-soaked shirt as he dragged himself back. “Troy, please..” Donnie’s voice quivered. “.. so proud, Six…” Shaking away the thought, Troy let a single tear slide down his cheek. “I didn’t...” He began in a grave, shadowy tone, bowing his head shamefully, “I didn’t want to.” Adonis quickly caught the tear, looking at it as if it were solid gold. “You...” He breathed, half to himself. His gaze lingered on the tear a second longer before lifting to Troy. “…You cried?” It sounded more like a question, he was so shocked. Adonis thought it must be a sweat bead or something, that he must be mistaken. But no. Troy had actually cried, for the first time since god knows when. “Oh god… Troy… please don’t cry…” He raised a hand, still shaking, to Troy’s cheek. Seeing Troy, who, as a kid, it was burned into his cerebellum to not cry, to not show any emotions whatsoever, cry because of something he asked him, shook Adonis even more than he already was. He couldn’t help but feel guilty. What he had seemed to forgotten was one thing: that he was Troy’s weakness. He’d known that since the beginning. First it was a joke, but it had been proven multiple times since that it was true. He could calm him down, he could comfort him, and, now, he could make him cry. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… please don’t cry, love…” “I didn’t want to—” he repeated in a weak mutter, his lower lip quivering. Troy buried his face in Donnie’s chest, embracing him, as if that’d hide his tears. “I’m not weak, I promise—” he chirped, his voice breaking, “I promise..” “No, no you’re not.” Adonis agreed, biting his lip to keep himself from crying. He bit it so hard that he began to taste bl00d from where he had broken skin. He suddenly realized that he shouldn’t be telling Troy to stop, but to tell him cry. He had needed to his whole life, but never was allowed to. Now, in the safety Adonis’s arms, he was finally crying, and Donnie was telling him to stop. “No, no, buddy, you deserve to. Cry all you need, please.” Luckily for him, Troy had only shed a single tear. Contrary to Adonis’ reaction to all of this, Troy was completely and utterly embarrassed by this. This was simply a disaster in his eyes. “I wouldn’t kiIl you. I promise, I— I didn’t want to kiIl y… I didn’t—” He shook his head again. “Please don’t hate me.” In all seriousness, Troy would willingly offer himself to Nile if he did. “I know, buddy, I know-“ he soothed, absolutely horrified by Troy’s reaction. Donnie buried his face in Troy’s hair, squeezing his eyes shut. He held Troy impossibly tight, gripping the back of his hoodie slightly. “I’d never hate you, Troy, never. I love you… the only person I love now.” He said the last part quietly, but still audible. Troy pulled away only to cup Donnie’s face in his hands and k___ him. He wasn’t gonna let go in a while. A long while. Adonis immediately squeezed his eyes shut, any tears threatening his waterline drying. He hesitantly reached his hands up and folded them around Troys neck (NOT LIKE A CHOKEHOLD) The world seemed to fall in place for Donnie at that moment. Nothing else seemed to matter. Nile could be outside the door right now, waiting for the next time one of them stepped outside, and he simply couldn’t care less. It was Donnie and Troy right now, Troy and Donnie. After a good and savory minute, Troy pulled away when he tasted bIood. “Adonis, you’re bIeeding—” Adonis licked his lip before pressing a finger to it. When he looked at the finger, it was scarlet. “Oh, you’re right.” He replied, before shrugging and literally just wiping it on his shirt. “Damn.” Funny. BIood on the “Nile Labs” shirt. Isn’t that familiar? “Okay, um..” Troy pushed himself off of Donnie, red as heIl. Adonis smiled, rolling his eyes slightly. “You’re (Duck)ing scarlet, bud.” He teased.
