... and the dead continue to live, ending our story with a new chapter ( there is no peace, no rest : he has not bothered to fade, but he has grown tired, weary ... the only memory that matters anymore is the flash of diana’s blank eyes as she stares at an empty space, searching out the shape of her father and finding nothing ). and yet, while she couldn’t pick him out of the shadows, she still managed to see adam ... and this monstrosity.
‘ i saw you last night. with diana. ’ the accusation is ripe in his tone ( good doctor, you never took this good care of her while she was alive! what other monsters had she gotten to know right beneath your nose? ). his death had brought a clarity, the pound of flesh transformed into a fatherly hand : he wanted to touch his daughter’s cheek ( the act of invisibility ... fading before the mournful sound of dawn, desperation ripe in his throat as he lingered behind his daughter ). LOOK AT ME.
instead of a daughter, he gets a beast. a demon, a ghoul, the loose - lipped brat of the underworld ... his hands shake by his side, impotent rage manifesting in his chest ( there is no one else to take it out on, no one else to bruise with his cruel lips and arctic words ). ‘ don’t attempt to deny it. i don’t want to hear it. ’ a single finger is raised, the art of silence : don’t speak [ LISTEN TO ME! ]. ‘ i told you to stay away from her. ’
@schenks ... ❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse .
