the cat is undoubtedly beautiful. more beautiful,
even, than dunwall tower, emily thinks. but it’s
not the sort of place you’d want to live in——
no, it’s too beautiful for that.
when her grief subsided enough that she might
get up and wander, she wandered; it helped to
keep the sad thoughts at bay, just for a while,
even if she hadn’t been allowed to really talk
to the other ladies who lived there.
( madame prudence wouldn’t allow the girls
to talk to her, and the pendleton brothers
insisted that she leave the whores be. )
but then the golden cat opened its doors to
business once more and no longer could
little emily wander as she once had; especially
after two nearly successful attempts at escape.
it is when locked away and left to her own
devices, that that dreadful tempest of emotion
comes rushing back, surging through her like a
wave. it undulates like the sea——first frustration,
rage that fumes, then guilt, helplessness, and
finally she is only sad.
dirtied knees pulled to frill-adorned chest, the
sadness creeps with the cold up from the floor
and into her bones, spilling over cheeks salty
and raw not long after. in these past six
months little emily has cried so much she
wonders at how she has not yet drowned.
the air around her feels heavy. full. frigid.
faintly familiar——she has felt it in her dreams
before but she can’t quite recall it. and then,
a foreign voice pulls her from her suffocating
sorrows;
emily uncurls and rises without really realizing
it. she turns, slowly, and now she stands face
to face with…
”how do you know my name?”
" how do i know your name? "
he waltzes, nearly glides around to her side.
the outsider bends, rests one arm on his knee
and takes a moment to assess, bruised, black
pits of eyes scaling, trailing over her face and
taking note of the stains the tears have left.
there's a sigh that slips to the air,
head shakes, and he stands again,
without a sound, pacing along the
floor. he documents the various
objects and how they're broken.
files somewhere deep in his mind
the chair that's turned over and
keeps it there as if he can file
a complaint for poor living issues
to the owner later on.
" i've known you for a long time.
consider me an imaginary friend,
if you will, but don't be afraid. i'm
only here to help you, to keep
you company. "
the deity slows his wandering near
the girl again, turns and leans for
a moment... and then sits across
from her on the floor.
" how long have you been crying? "
dededos
stormborns
ellievsbear
discoholicmusic
jacobvanloon
areudirty
dailybridgerton
tangentwithtanner
