oh, drunken gods of slaughter

Don’t they know that murder is illegal? You just know there are a bunch of homicidal maniacs out there who love to read those stories. They write them, too, in between killing people. 

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i will not write it bc i'm lazy but i had this idea for a fic where ilya finds a picture of irina with shorter hair, taken a few months before she died. and he's so confused, because he remembers finding her body, how he thought she was sleeping, her long hair all splayed out across the pillow, lying there like some fairytale princess. and he mentions it to svetlana and sveta goes ??? no, your mother's hair was short when she died, she cut it a few months before.

but that can't be true, ilya remembers her on the bed so clearly. she loved having long hair. she loved braiding her hair and she loved singing in the house and she loved baking, she was always baking cookies. she baked so many cookies. funny story he just remembered, one time when he was 4 that was all she did for two weeks, bake cookies, and all he had to eat for weeks was cookies. he forgot that until now. isn't that funny? isn't it? it's funny, right? she used to sing at the top of her lungs. she used to--sing, right? so loud the neighbors would complain, sometimes locked in the bathroom, sometimes in the middle of the night in the bedroom with grigori, she would--

why does she have short hair in the picture? that's not what happened. that's not what it was like. the picture has to be wrong. there's been some kind of mistake. something isn't true. her hair was long. he knows her hair was long.