#sleepswithdaggers

drafting for tomorrow bc it's perf and i need to work up to a kickass reply for this

Give me a ship and I’ll reply with a six word story about them.

Send one of the following! (angst)

     ”Really, Allison? I deserve to be tortured by someone I thought was my friend? I deserved to be cut into over and over again for crimes I haven’t even committed yet? You call me a monster but you’re the one that’s hurting people. That’s right, people. I’m a predator but I don’t have to be a killer. I don’t want to be a killer, Allison." His words were harsh, and loud despite his dry and aching throat — he hoped harsh enough to cut through her bullshit and cruelty.

     ”You know who I am, you know why I took the bite. I did it so I could protect myself. What was that code of yours? Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent se protéger? You may have come up with it for bullshit reasons but you know there’s truth in it. You know the monster I needed to be protected from. My father. If your father had done to you what mine did to me, don’t you think you would want to protect yourself too? You can’t look me in the eye and honestly say that you wouldn’t have been so stupid and take the bite. You wouldn’t have been raised a hunter, you wouldn’t know how to defend yourself and if you were given the opportunity to stop living in fear, tell me you wouldn’t take it.”

     ”If it was the only way out of a hell hole, tell me you wouldn’t have done exactly the same thing." He tried to swallow but his throat was so dry he couldn’t, instead he coughed and fresh blood spattered out. "You say I’m a monster because others like me are killing people yet there are so many people out there who would say the same of you.”

     He didn’t care if he felt the cold touch of her blade over and over again. He didn’t care if she made him bleed out until the bring of unconsciousness only to let him heal so she could do it over. He didn’t care what she did, as long as he could keep talking to her, keep trying to turn her into the person she had pretended to be.

     Repeat a lie enough times, and it becomes the truth, one could only hope the same would apply here.

Give me a ship and I'll reply with a six word story about them.

[text] ….  [text] Okay I have no good reason other than it was 4 am and I had too much Mt. Dew