[ he cannot pretend that the messages his dear and perverse sister leave do not strike him. if she's watching (and he's no doubt she is, with that vicious and terrible streak of cruelty only one born of rebekah can unleash) she will see how each love note makes its mark.
it only worsens by the end, each word needling under his skin despite all his better sense and defenses; each sentiment impressing upon him truths and his sibilant whispers that so often plague and haunt him and hound his steps.
for centuries, for now, for always.
(and that they are from rebekah, who knows his weaknesses, his faults, his heart—from any version of rebekah—
it is nothing less than intimate.)
there's a crack on the mirror, in the shape of a fist, stained with his blood, by the third. by the last, no amount of calculation and pacing stops him from picking up a pen. ]
I wonder how content you will be when I have your head on a pike.
Perhaps as content as you are now, all alone in a sad, fabricated world.
[ and with that, he rips the mirror off the wall and lets it shatter. ]
I Came Around To Tear You Little World Apart
it only worsens by the end, each word needling under his skin despite all his better sense and defenses; each sentiment impressing upon him truths and his sibilant whispers that so often plague and haunt him and hound his steps.
for centuries, for now, for always.
(and that they are from rebekah, who knows his weaknesses, his faults, his heart—from any version of rebekah—
it is nothing less than intimate.)
there's a crack on the mirror, in the shape of a fist, stained with his blood, by the third. by the last, no amount of calculation and pacing stops him from picking up a pen. ]
I wonder how content you will be when I have your head on a pike.
Perhaps as content as you are now, all alone in a sad, fabricated world.
[ and with that, he rips the mirror off the wall and lets it shatter. ]