#crooked clockwork

((Toni: So instead of writing the next chapter, I’ve spent the majority of this week copying and pasting every chapter of my (decent) stories (Movie Mode included) and publishing them on Archive of Our Own and Wattpad.

Crooked Clockwork - Chapter 4 Extract

i weep, though in the name of her prosperity and her fortification, still her pupils escape rainwater, and her blood pleats around promising gashes; i am afraid, i am alone, and though my eyes deny the actuality, my muscles seep empty ashes at the hilt of her throne – her happiness is my righteousness, and her falsehoods are my scriptural notions; “you can only appeal for the truth,” she says – but now there are fleapits in my bullet wounds, and there are mouthfuls of veins in my warmth; “but i strain for you, as i’ve never strained before, yet you glorify my shame, my fault, and my pain; declaring that you will continuously loathe, and that you are afraid, you are alone, and though you know the truth – “ “i will ignore my feelings for you” i weep, in the wake of her self-inflicted euthanasia, “i was sworn to protect her,” i will beg and doubt, but the placid answer i will gather is only as the stars above; “how might you have protected her from her own blade?”