( whcseface ) “it wasn’t me, i swear!” ( from child!erik also, hello!! )
The child’s voice was almost as insulting as the words coming from its lips.
A reminder of the haunting curse put on Madeleine, a challenge to see if he could get away with it simply by cooing the words into her ears.
But she could not fall for it right now.
An heirloom was broken, something Charles had given her. And this was not something that could just be replaced. Erik had gone too far this time, and he wanted to goad her as far as he could. He wanted a reaction. He wanted her to snap.
And snap she would.
“There is no one else here!” Her voice was shrill, frazzled. Different than her typical exhaustion when she dealt with Erik’s misbehavior. But this time was different, very different. And she wanted him to feel it.
“Do you insist on destroying everything I love in this house?! Do you want me to suffer?!”
Of course he did; it was his only pleasure.
Why else would he have been brought into this world? Why else would he have been given to her?
“Tell me then, child! Who else on Earth could have done this?! Was it God himself?!”
A heartbeat, then a curse out of her mouth to make even Jesus shudder.
“Because you’re telling me the devil didn’t do it!”
