…wait, what?

The way you interpret what happens to you probably affects your life just as much, if not more, than what actually happens

Ngl I kinda like the idea of drifterxbeheaded if only because of the inherent mild horror of it all. You are a corpse possessing immortal homunculus. You will be here when I am gone. You will be here when the world falls away and succumbs to entropy. Any body I love is not truly yours. Any kiss I try to steal burns my lips. You have no voice, and you communicate by gestures and nods. I love you more than your selfish heart knows. I can never know if you feel the same. When I die will you possess my corpse as well, and move around inside of me? Would it be an act of love, or bespeaking to your nature? You destroyed your kingdom and your body, and you have the urge to destroy more to satiate your boredom. What can I give you to keep you here with me? What can I do to ensure you never see me as another challenge to be overcome? My love, my love, please, come closer, let me place my hand on your silent chest and rest my head against your shoulder, mourning who you were in life, before you became this. Let me wrap my arms around you and hold you close, reveling in what you are now. Let me pray you feel the same. Hold me close and stroke my hand—it is the only thing that tells me you love me.