simply lovely

🦋

Magnet

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My dearest Jonathan Harker,

I thought this was what you wanted.

I was willing to give you everything.

You could’ve been my content little pet.

Why do you insist upon leaving me?

Why must you be so ungrateful?

We could’ve been so happy together.

As much as I’d love to tear you limb from limb due to your incompetence, I could never lay a finger upon you.

You’re my prized possession—you piqued my interest when I first met you. There’s something so unique and special about you.

I would love to keep you forever.

We could go wherever you want—together. As long as you don’t leave. As long as you are mine.

I want to hate you. After all, you’ve betrayed me gravely. I spoiled you, did I not? You could’ve been my princess—my bride.

It’s not as if I want to lock you up in a glass box for eternity. I would allow as many freedoms as I could for you.

So why did you leave?

What could I have done differently?

I wanted you to be mine. You were perfect.

I should’ve kept a closer eye on you.

I know I shouldn’t have been so lenient and trustworthy with you, yet—

I felt I could’ve built some sort of trust or bond between us.

I thought maybe we had something.

I’m sorry that I scared you.

I am a monster after all.

I can promise you that I’d never purposely hurt you.

Can I really be blamed for any sort of self defense though?

The fact that I’m not human is off-putting, isn’t it?

I can pretend to be human if it would make you happy.

I thought I was doing well initially, but you can only pretend to be human for so much and for so long.

Although it would kill me, I’d allow you to be yourself.

It would warm me to be able to turn you so we could be together forever.

Existence can be painful and lonely however, so I can understand your objection.

If being human is what you desire, then so be it. Nevertheless, I will still try to plead and convince you otherwise.

I know we love in different ways, but don’t you think it’s cruel to claim I cannot love?

I don’t feel the same way you do, I know.

I am unable to.

However, I too can love.

Even without the physical feelings and warmth inside.

I can love through my actions and thoughts.

I can love through my dedication and loyalty.

Is this not also love?

Why must I be loveless for my lack of emotional depth?

It is not as if I choose to feel nothing.

I am cold and numb, and I know I can be selfish and vain—

but I want to put aside my vanity for you.

You are worthy of my time and attention, so why not accept it?

I am willing to learn to love you.

So allow me in.

Won’t you invite me into your heart?

Yours Truly,

Count Dracula.

I had an idea….and made it.

Here is my lovely Natsby x Brokeback Mountain piece for the few Gatsby fans out here.

iyyyym not even going to *try* and censor this one