she almost laughs, really. the voice in her head sounds nothing at all like the kida she knows — snide, sarcastic, malicious, and cutting and in the privacy of her boarded up room she can feel it — a fear.
a fear of that tone, a fear of his words, a fear of him. sitting here, curled up and staring at the image of his face on her phone, unaware of the camera rolling thanks to clumsy fingers and a mind that can only focus on the fact that he would, wouldn't he, maybe not necessarily say it, but he'd think it, they'd all think it, and she has to agree. why her. it should never be her.
and he'll realize that soon. if he hasn't already. if his attentions aren't already just a thing to pass the time, and ciel was right, her reactions are nothing more than a source of amusement.
( backdated to 12/19 → video )
she almost laughs, really. the voice in her head sounds nothing at all like the kida she knows — snide, sarcastic, malicious, and cutting and in the privacy of her boarded up room she can feel it — a fear.
a fear of that tone, a fear of his words, a fear of him. sitting here, curled up and staring at the image of his face on her phone, unaware of the camera rolling thanks to clumsy fingers and a mind that can only focus on the fact that he would, wouldn't he, maybe not necessarily say it, but he'd think it, they'd all think it, and she has to agree. why her. it should never be her.
and he'll realize that soon. if he hasn't already. if his attentions aren't already just a thing to pass the time, and ciel was right, her reactions are nothing more than a source of amusement.
she really does laugh this time.
good. i only ever want to be alone, she thinks. ]
Don't leave, [ she croaks. ]