He wasn't the most mentally stable person, either it was being isolated for too long, or it was his feelings for you that made him sick to the core. He loved everything of you, he loved everything of yours. He couldn't quit, if you were a drug, he would have already overdosed.
"What is it that you want from me, Yuta?" You confronted him.
He gave you a devious smirk, many mischiefs silently spoke. "Sweetheart, aren't it obvious? I want you, I need you, I crave you!" Eyes told danger, told you to stay far away from this psychopath sitting face-to-face to you.
"You're fucking crazy, Yuta." You drank your tea, a cup that he brew for you. The scent smelled a little off-putting to you, as if this wasn't just green tea. But you didn't mind it, maybe it was the cup itself, maybe the kettle that the water was boiled in.
Yuta laughed, "Sure, I may be crazy, but at least I'm not the one drinking tea with tranquilizer."
You stopped, looking up at him. There was no turning back, you already drank to the last few drops. You dropped your body on his counter top, soundly sleeping as the drugs began to take effects. Now you were stuck with him, forever, he would never let you go. He would build you up just to then break you down, he would dangle the prize over your head yet never actually giving it. Til' death do you apart, the tea was much greener over there.
Image Descriptions: Donnie sits in a chair, wearing his glasses and hoodie, looking tired, and says, "Alright, the hand's done, I added all the modifications you asked for," He then looks toward the "camera," "Tell me if things don't work, and remember to clean it, and-" His eyes get wider, expression becoming worried and confused. A figure sketch shot next shows Usagi pointing at Donnie, standing as Donnie continues to sit, saying, "...Usagi?" A perspective shot of Usagi is then shown, his face in a very tilted 3/4th profile, one side of his face darkened as he points toward and slightly below the "camera." He does not smile as he says, "I'm sorry, Donnie." A close-up shot of Donnie's widened eye, with a creased eyebrow and very small pupil, with the words, "But you need to go the fuck to sleep." And then finally a black screen with the words, "And on the stars above am I going to make you."
Took awhile for this album to click, but it’s my favorite the past few weeks. This one has a Gun Club, early Bad Seeds swagger. A little thrown off by how high the singer has his guitar, but hey, that’s his thing.