(GOD U) 𝓢aturday, 12:43am. @ the ΓΕΔ frat party.
The thumping of the speaker on the opposite wall is sure to drive you insane by the time you make it out of here. SLIPPING THROUGH THE CRUSH OF BODIES UNNOTICED has been your favored method so far this semester. you're only ever really here for Sam these days, a watchful eye / the whisper of control. it's better this way, each of you close at hand. it doesn't hurt appearances either that you both seem to be diving into Greek life. NOT THAT YOU HAVEN'T TRIED BEFORE. stepping past the threshold of God U's top sorority just to see them avert their eyes, practically cowering in fear. pathetic.
❝ talking to you always makes me feel better. ❞ @00078292, FROM.
REFOCUSING YOUR ATTENTION, you smile at the notion -- though there's no hiding the flicker of pain in your eyes. only slightly red now after soothing Sam's re-emerging anxieties. you shouldn't be surprised he found out about Andre so quickly, but you seem to HAVE IT ALL UNDER CONTROL-
For now, at least. but they always come back, don't they? the feelings, the guilt, the hallucinations (yours too) ❝ Good, I just want to help you. ❞ both reassurance and a confession. an acknowledgment that your manipulations are founded on the best of intentions, despite how gruesome the result may be at times. ❝ Honestly, I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here. ❞ in a pit of vipers, he is the loyal dog. UNAWARE THAT HE TOO IS CAUGHT IN THE BITE OF YOUR VENOMOUS FANGS. all too used to the numbing.