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[27-Aug-2021][Juice (1992)] Wish Death Upon Me
Title: Wish Death Upon Me
Day/Prompt: 27-Aug-2021
Fandom: Juice (1992)
Character/Pairing: Raheem, Bishop
Rating/Warning(s): Gen, Mature, mentions of death, etc.
Somebody wise said: dying is easy; living is harder. Whoever said that was wrong. Dying was momentary, but it wasn't easy. But then, living now is somewhat like dying.
At some point, Raheem thought death would be the end of it—the end of something, at the very least. But no, nothing changed. The world moved without him, school bustling, streets full, friends talking and murmurs all the same. The only thing that was the same was his room. He had a crisis, watched as the world moved on, then pondered over a late-night sky as he walked the roads and scaled buildings the teen never dreamed of— after all, it wasn't like he could die again.
Raheem sighs, rolling a finger through his curls.
Now that he's dead, unfinished business and all, he's stuck trailing Q and Bishop: the one who watched a man kill him, the killer who killed him over a spat and a piece. He's currently in death yet living. He can taste, smell, and feel.
They said dying is easy. It wasn't. They said living is hard, and how can Raheem disagree? Being in the presence of his murderer wasn't a peach. And it sure as hell didn't relax him to see the last glimpse he caught before death in the peripheral of his eye. Bishop's cold, dead eyes don't comfort him, not when he's being seen through.
Living, dying, tailing jackass Bishop for eternity or until the psycho gets his comeuppance— now there's a fate worse than death. But, apparently, that was supposed to be the worst.
His brown eyes flickered to the lone figure, fatigued, saddened, and amused in a small smile.
Then, as Bishop breathed in the dark, Raheem breathed a strangled sigh again.
Day/Prompt: 27-Aug-2021
Fandom: Juice (1992)
Character/Pairing: Raheem, Bishop
Rating/Warning(s): Gen, Mature, mentions of death, etc.
Somebody wise said: dying is easy; living is harder. Whoever said that was wrong. Dying was momentary, but it wasn't easy. But then, living now is somewhat like dying.
At some point, Raheem thought death would be the end of it—the end of something, at the very least. But no, nothing changed. The world moved without him, school bustling, streets full, friends talking and murmurs all the same. The only thing that was the same was his room. He had a crisis, watched as the world moved on, then pondered over a late-night sky as he walked the roads and scaled buildings the teen never dreamed of— after all, it wasn't like he could die again.
Raheem sighs, rolling a finger through his curls.
Now that he's dead, unfinished business and all, he's stuck trailing Q and Bishop: the one who watched a man kill him, the killer who killed him over a spat and a piece. He's currently in death yet living. He can taste, smell, and feel.
They said dying is easy. It wasn't. They said living is hard, and how can Raheem disagree? Being in the presence of his murderer wasn't a peach. And it sure as hell didn't relax him to see the last glimpse he caught before death in the peripheral of his eye. Bishop's cold, dead eyes don't comfort him, not when he's being seen through.
Living, dying, tailing jackass Bishop for eternity or until the psycho gets his comeuppance— now there's a fate worse than death. But, apparently, that was supposed to be the worst.
His brown eyes flickered to the lone figure, fatigued, saddened, and amused in a small smile.
Then, as Bishop breathed in the dark, Raheem breathed a strangled sigh again.