they're holding me down on the vet table ( my bed ) i'm being euthanized ( going to sleep )
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I sometimes envision that the root cause of his descent into madness is the warm blood spattered on him one at a time, making him gradually numb, gradually accustomed to it, gradually indulging himself in a step-by-step transformation of sadness into joy, an eerie sense of joy that eventually bursts out of the questioning of himself, and ultimately, all of this becomes a peace of mind, a veil of indulgence in his own behavior that he is hesitant to lift up.
His surroundings had been a complex mix of chaos and screaming, trapping him before he eventually adapted and became accustomed to it.
Until the long-awaited cheers gave him a punch in the gut, and the lie that had been reinforcing itself, no matter how thick it seemed, could not withstand the spear called the truth that was driven deep into his body once again.
I think he knew that from start to finish he had been the one indulging himself. And because of that, it all became a "sin" because of his momentary caprice.
看完真让人觉得可怜
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i will now sleep before i start talking about graphic acts of violence in a concerningly sexual light again
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(The letter arrives alongside an ornate box filled with various teas, stamped with the seal of the Duke of Meropide's office. Kirara smiles and waves before dashing off once it's in your hands)
Catte,
Sigewinne has been branching into psychiatry in an effort to learn more about humans, so naturally I volunteered to let her be my therapist. I didn't think I really needed it for any reason, but after a few meetings I realized there was a bit of tension inside me, and talking it over helped to alleviate those feelings. However, Sigewinne eventually brought something to my attention: I kept talking about you in those meetings. At first we both assumed I was simply missing an old friend, but eventually I came to realize the truth. You don't owe me any reply for this letter, obviously... I doubt I'm even going to send it, honestly, but Sigewinne suggested writing this out.
Catte... I want you. You're... Amazing, beautiful, sweet... I would've known even if Neuvilette didn't tell me that there was no way you belonged in the Fortress. You're an angel. I miss you every day that you're gone, and I keep finding myself thinking of you in... My personal time..
I wish our relationship could have been different, really. If we could only have met under different circumstances so I could ask you on a date, take you somewhere becoming of such a beautiful woman. I know I'm not exactly a proper gentleman, but for you I definitely could try, heh~
Yeah... There's no way I'm sending this, it's way too embarrassing. I'll just tell Sigewinne I wrote the letter to make her smile.
Unfortunately Not Yours, Wriothesley
(The next page is in different handwriting which you can recognize easily as Sigewinne's)
Dear Catte,
Please come visit sometime soon? I miss you, and even if he won't admit it I'm sure His Grace would love to see you again :)
Kind Regards,
Head Nurse Sigewinne
(No one knows who dropped the letter off at the front desk— all that anyone knows is that there’s a pink ribbon tied securely around it, it smells faintly of vanilla, and it’s addressed to the Duke. The accompanying bag of treats and foreign snacks, meanwhile, are addressed to the Head Nurse.)
Dear Wriothesley,
It is so, so nice to hear from you.
I hope you won’t be too upset that your letter mysteriously ended up in my hands, or that I read it even after I realized you never really meant for me to lay eyes on it. I was so happy to receive word from you that, before I knew it, I had read through the whole thing. To make up for this horrid, awful, downright heinous, (etc.) slight, I’ll be fully transparent as well:
I want you too— I have for a good long while now, and it’s made me miss you terribly.
Goodness, it feels delightful to finally have that off my chest after so long! I don’t think I can say it enough times. I want you, Wriothesley. I want you, I want you, I want you. I want you to be in my every thought and in every dream (though, in truth, you’ve already been in each one.) I miss our talks during tea time, and the way that just being around you was a comfort.
I want you, Wriothesley, proper gentleman or not, to take me on that date and tell me in person that you want me, so that I can do the same.
We might not be able to change the circumstances of our meeting, but we can change where we go from here. Take me out next time, please— nothing would make me happier <3
Love,
Catte ♡
Ps. Tell Sigewinne that I miss her, too :)
Pps. I received some tea with your letter— was that from you? Or was it mysteriously sent my way as well? Either way, the box itself is lovely, and the tea is to die for. I can just imagine how good these will all be. Thank you <3
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I'm gonna SLEEP!! IN THE SAME BED THAT ANOTHER WOMAN WILL ALSO BE SLEEPING IN!!! AND SHE WSNTS ME TO BE SLEEPING WITH HER!!! CAN YOU FUCKING BELIEVE IT!!!!
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