shared poison. slash. i'd like to be X. I have Ash Stymest for a PB for M. Or someone who's a little scene-y.
Everyone in this fucking city has an addiction. To people, to substances, to habits. The end came and what's left is the Devil's den. In this empty apartment sleeps X. He lives alone, a hooker with no prospects, just someone to be fucked. Not that he hates it, really. He thinks it's a good existence, something he craves.
One night, someone breaks into his home (as it were) and it's M, a guy who's skinny, screaming about drugs and demons. X ends up calming him down from what ever's wrong with him and in the morning, M's gone. X shrugs it off. A few days later, as X makes his usual rounds, someone calls out to him. He turns and it's M. They hit it off immediately and suddenly, X offers his apartment if M needs it. M accepts
However, things are more difficult than they seem. M is a full out and out druggie. X doesn't like it, and irony of ironies, M hates X's profession to to speak. They bicker constantly about both of their faults, only pausing when they fuck or run mischievous schemes themselves.
But, really, how long will one let the other fall into his own sin without giving up his own?