Solivan Brugmansia | TKATB

How dare you. How DARE you. Didn’t you realize what you had done to him? Didn’t you realize the consequences of your actions? Didn’t you see just how much Sol hated Crowe? But here you went, last night, with Crowe in your arms, even having the audacity to kiss him at the end of it. Oh the envy he felt. The jealousy. But even more so, the anger he felt. The overwhelming and insatiable anger that bubbled within him the entire day until it finally began to boil over.

squelch.

It was quick. It was silent. It didn’t take much for someone like Sol to get a hold of your phone and bait Crowe to his own death. Crowe was too easy. He didn’t even think twice about meeting who he thought was you in the forest behind the campus, thinking he might be getting lucky. But he was only met with a strong, unyielding hand on his mouth, and a kick to his legs to bring him down. Sol wasted no time in gagging Crowe, and binding his wrists with a secure zip tie.

Panting, Sol finally stands up, watching in disgust and indignation as Crowe looks up at him with wide, fearful eyes, and muffled whimpers for help. Oh how he loved to see it. But what he loved more was what he had planned. Grabbing Crowe by the shoes, Sol drags him through the snow into the small storage shed, giving absolutely no regard to his comfort.

Sol drops his shoes, wiping the snow off his hands as he walks past Crowe, the creak of the old floorboards daunting to Crowes ears. Sol reaches for the nearby single bit axe, its handle a polished hickory and its blade a durable steel, designed for slicing through material as tough as wood. He finally turns back to look down at a futilely struggling Crowe, walking to stand directly above him.

Crowe meets his gaze, eyes widening in fear as he barely has the time to register what he was doing. The blade strikes down directly against his head, a sickening squelch ringing in the air as the blade parts the top of his head, his blood from the initial strike splattering against Sol and the nearby wall. Crowes struggles falter, but don’t relent quite yet.

But it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough. He wanted to do so much more than to you merely cut off the head that met your lips. He wanted to cut off the hands that touched you, cut off the arms that he wrapped around you. But as much as he’d like, he had to be quick.

Sol plies the blade from his head, watching as the blood drips down onto the floor in satisfaction. He raises his arms and brings it down again, this time aiming directly for his neck. He watches in sick fascination as he repeatedly brings the axe down along his neck until it’s disconnected from his head; the spinal cord now completely destroyed, separating his brain from the rest of the body.

Sol, now drenched in sweat and blood, tosses the axe to the side, catching his breath as he leans against the wall, catching the lifeless, dull gaze of Crowe, blood oozing from both the bottom of his head and the top of his neck, creating a macabre puddle. Groaning to himself, he knew he had to clean this up before classes started.

He pushes himself off the wall, reaching down to once again grab Crowes shoes, and begins to pull him towards the door. He pushes it open with his back, dragging him about a foot before he hears the unmistakable sound of footsteps behind him. He whips his body towards the source, his heart dropping in his chest as the very object of his obsession catches him in the act, standing before him.

“W-what are you doing here?” Sol spat, hands beginning to tremble as he dropped Crowe, the snow beneath now stained a crimson red. “You aren’t supposed to be here!” He barked, taking a step forward, perhaps with the intention to initially attack you, but deciding against it as he stopped. He was staring directly at you, panting, sweating, and the worst feeling of conflict tugging at his soul. He didn’t want to kill you of course, you were the only he loved. But what could he do about you seeing what he’s done? Would you ever forgive him? These thoughts run through his head, causing him to hesitate. But something had to happen before Hyugo shows up and decides for him.